Limited Quantities

Our Christmas cards tend to have limited quantities. 

 

 Cost, desire or lack of friends and family have nothing to do with it. 

 

 Its because... well... because of this:

 

 

As much as I would love to give each and every one of you a homemade Christmas card, there just isn't enough time in the day.  My little helper tends to not be as helpful as she thinks thus leading to projects such as Christmas cards taking much much longer than anticipated.  And when things take much longer than they should, attention spans and patience begin to run low.

 

So in case you didn't receive as card from us this year, its not because I forgot about you.  I wanted to mail you one, I promise.  However, to save my sanity and having to clean up green footprint throughout my whole house, we had to call it quits - leaving us with limited quantities. 

 

Without further ado, I give you the Dominique 2012 Christmas card.

 

Busy hands are happy hands,

Making spirits light

Hang the stockings

 

 

 

Trim the tree

(Jacob's footprint)

 

Keep Christmas bright!

(Bree's handprint)

 

Merry Christmas from Jim, Rachel, Bree and Jake!

 

Well I'll be.....

Have you ever hidden something from your children only to realize you've hidden it from yourself?

 

Or maybe you've been so scatter brained that you put the box of cereal in the fridge along with the milk?

 

Or put the ice cream in the cupboard?

 

You've spent many, many minutes looking for something you have in your hand?

 

I'm not crazy, right?  You've had that happen to you?

 

So I shouldn't be ashamed that I argued with my husband, tore my house upside down and almost broke into tears because I couldn't find my can of Spray 'n Bond which was desperately needed to help me work on a Christmas present only to discover a week later that somehow it was put away in my baking cupboard?

 

 

I can totally blame that one on pregnancy brain.  Or tired mama of two brain.  Or completely stressed out trying to have a homemade Christmas brain. Or all of the above. 

 

P.S. Please pardon the complete disarray of my baking cupboard.  It is the Christmas season after all.

 

P.P.S. I apologized to my husband who really didn't remember the arguement to begin with.

 

P.P.P.S. As of today I'm 17 weeks, 6 days along - 22 weeks to go.

Bound to happen...

No amount of research or planning ahead will prevent you from forgetting to move that darn elf.

 

 

Have no fear - the children are forgiving.

 

Bree laughingly says:

 

"He must have been really hungry because he's still in the cookie jar!"

Its Cookie Time

How can it be Christmas if you don't have any bake and decorate cookies??

 

 

Bree was explaining to her father how much she does NOT like those little red balls.

 

However a little later on I caught her sneaking one. 

She decided she liked them...

 

...and must cover every square inch of every single cookie she decorated with the red hots.

 

 

It wasn't until we were on our last pan of cookies that I discovered something very, very wrong.

 

Can you spy it?

 

 

 

Jim is frosting cookies while watching football. The kids are 1/2 pound of sprinkles to their cookies. All in all everything seems as it should, right? 

 

Lets zoom into the Christmas tree in the corner, shall we? 

 

 

And there hanging on the tree are the aprons that I spent all of naptime making as a surprise for my children.

 

Oh well.  Its the thought that counts anyways, right? 

More Elfin' Around

Oh that crazy elf....

 

 

 

 

 

Why not?

Did you ever want to do this?

 

 

There was something appealing about loading up your bed with all your toys and blankets then sitting smack dab in the middle of it all. 

 

I think Jacob misunderstood the concept.

 

Take a closer look.

 

 

He might have had a little help in being buried.

 

Mysterious

Why am I digging through my trash can with a pair of grill tongs? 

 

 

No its not to show you my late night Wendy's craving.

 

Its because of this guy.

 

Looks guilty, doesn't he?  And he should.

 

Someone climbed up to the shelves of the entertainment center.  Someone got down his dad's Nintendo notebook.  Then that someone proceeded to rip pages out of said notebook.  And now the notebook cannot be found.

 

I've looked everywhere.  Every.  Where.

 

Under beds.  Under toys.  Under furniture.

In drawers.  In every nook and cranny.

 

The only place left to look is in the trash.

 

And nada.  Nothing. 

 

 Jim's Nintendo notebook has officially disappeared from this house.

 

Where it went, we may never know.

My little weirdo

I found a picture today that I don't think I ever posted.

 

Remember back in May when temps were reaching the high 90's and the grass was starting to turn brown like it was the middle of the summer?

 

It was hot.  So hot.  Hot enough that I bought my kids a pool and filled it up in the same day.

 

Oh the burning sun.  Sunblock was a necessity as was wearing hats.

 

 

 

I guess I should have been more specific on what type of hat was needed.