Just Dance

   One "out of her mind" Mom-mom
   One Wii System
+ One living room floor
   Three girls just dancin'

What's a Mom-Mom to do?

So, I'm sitting at the computer, minding my own business, checking my email and drinking my coffee.  In prances Goldilocks.  (She and Rease spent the night) She proceeds to chat with me while I'm trying to read.  I. Don't. Like. That.  As a result, I give her "the ole stink eye".  She doesn't like that.   She leaves.  I settle back in.  What's this?  In she comes again.  Only this time she is sporting her chair and an electronic device.  This girl just doesn't give up!  Wonder where she gets that from?

Rease has since settled on the love seat behind us with her electronic device. But Rease doesn't read out loud.

Goldilocks proceeds to turn on her Kindle ~ yes, that's right ~ she has a Kindle.  A Kindle Fire as a matter of fact.  Both her and Rease. Santa brought them.  Hm.  She opens up my blog.  She looks at my posts.  She then asks how to get to her mommy's blog.  I show her and she's off and running.  Reading out loud to me as she goes.  Did I say its hard for me to be read to and read myself?  I did?  Well, apparently Goldilocks didn't get that memo, nor does "the ole stink eye" intimidate her.  But, I have to admit ~ it was sweet listening to her little voice read the things her mommy had written about her, Rease and Piper.  She made the statement that it brought tears to her eyes.  It made her want to cry. 

Melt.  My.  Heart.   

I Want one.  Oh wait ~ I have two!  tee-hee

Twas the Day of Christmas. . . .

Twas the day of Christmas

And all thru my house

The critters were stirring,

And somewhere, someplace, even a mouse!

The children had long since sprang from their bed

Forgotten, the sugar plums that danced in their heads.

They had an agenda ~ it was plain to see

They wanted those gifts left under the tree!

Santa had come sometime in the night

He came and he left ~ to continue his flight.

And along with the presents he'd left  'neath the tree

He had filled up the stockings, for the girls, all three.

The reindeer ate the snack left on the roof

As the girls dozed off waiting for the sound of their hooves

And Santa ate up his cookies and drank up his milk

He enjoyed it all ~ without any guilt!

 

The hustle, the bustle that Christmas does bring

Builds utmost excitement and makes their hearts sing

They anxiously wait for this day to arrive

It's like riding the carousel and grabbing the prize.

 

 

And when all the paper and bows had been removed

And we patted our backs for not coming unglued,

And there was nothing left for the kidlings to unwrap

Some people settled in for a long, mid morning nap!

So I must say as the night begins to fall,

May God richly bless you ~ one and all!

For the birth of His Son is the true reason

We, as a family, celebrate this season!

Could This Possibly be ME? ? ? ?

I know I have a tendency to get stressed ~ a bit ~ well, maybe a lot ~ should I

consider  a support group?  I feel the need to bond with Helda.  Not necessarily

Granny ~ sitting to her right ~ just wondering. . . .

Fast, Frenzied Family Time

This year was way too wonky!  Only part of my KY gang was able

to come home for Christmas.  They were literally here for only 29 hours! From

 4:00PM on Saturday until 8:45PM on Sunday.

So, instead of slaving in the kitchen making a traditional Christmas dinner, I opted

for a "Christmas Brunch".  Paul did the scrapple (you can't come home and not

have scrapple) and an egg casserole.  I managed the rest ~ a blueberry french toast bake,

fruit salad, OJ, cocoa, and coffee.

Hopie helped with the cocoa, and Rease, Erica and Helena set the table.



 We ate til we burst.



 We served ourselves.

 We drowned our french toast with Blueberry syrup.

We drowned our scrapple with regular syrup.

We savoured our cocoa.

We discussed the benefits of eating blueberries.

We posed for the camera.

We laughed.

And we missed those that weren't here.

Then, just as quickly as they came, they were gone.  Just like that.  In the blink of an eye.