Happy New Year! I’m hoping to write a bit more this year – but for now, here is a look back at our December on Facebook. (What is this? All answers are HERE.)
December 2
8:28 a.m.
All I have to say is THANKGOD “Movember” is over! Oliver looked ridiculous.
December 5
7:34 a.m.
I just had to explain what rubber cement is to my kids. Is that still a thing?
December 7
6:06 pm
This one may kill me.
December 11
10:14 p.m.
I’m only hyperventilating a little bit…
December 14
6:57 p.m.
Twins are playing Uno in the other room…
What I heard: “You’re a honkey…[a minute later] Cracker!”
What they actually said [disclosed upon inquiry]: “You’re a donkey…[a minute later] Cracker! [as in Nutcracker]
#redneckchristmas?
December 15
5:23 p.m.
Eleanor, in the midst of a rare but epic tantrum:
“I hate homework! I hate school! I hate EVERYTHING! …well not really everything, but mostly.”
Even when she’s being unreasonable, she defaults to practical.
7:08 p.m.
Chris thought this was hilarious. The kids agreed. I’m just looking forward to having my powder room back tomorrow…
7:17 p.m.
Forgot to post my tree “after” (and no filter!). The kids tried to help for a while, but George and his friend complained that Eleanor was too bossy (just like her Mom!), Eleanor tripped on a floor grate and sustained enough scrapes and bruising to be benched for the evening (karma?), Oliver was oblivious to me rearranging all of his precarious ornament placements (just like his Dad!) and I handled damage control the next day while they were at school. As it should be.
December 16
8:08 a.m.
George: Okay! Who wants to hear my nose fart?
#morningbanter #boys
5:48 p.m.
One of my sister wives, Cathy Trocchia asked if I could pick her four year old up at preschool today. Since it was my first time there, I attracted a bit of attention from the other kids. Most just stared, but one bold little gal marched over and asked, “Mary Catherine, is that your grandma?”
Of course, I thought this was hysterical. So later I told MY children that I had the funniest story to tell them. When I finished, no one laughed.
Kids are fun.
December 17
8:33 p.m.
Life with boys.
December 18
5:47 p.m.
Oliver’s new favorite game: wrapping himself in a blanket and lying on the front steps, pretending to be an orphaned baby left at our door.
It would be helpful if he let me know WHEN he’s going to do this…
December 20
8:33 a.m.
Oliver: Mom – can you put shirts in my drawer?
George: All that’s in my drawers is belts.
The current state of unfolded laundry in my house…
7:32 p.m.
Chris and I are having a drink at a bar before a party. He tried to take a selfie of us and blinded himself with the flash. #old
9:24 p.m.
Me: That is NOT how I remember it.
Chris: Well your memories are boring.
Me: I remember places we went and people we saw and things that happened.
Chris: Exactly.
December 21
1:57 p.m.
Hey – this is exciting! My 2014 reading is on the Listen to Your Mother site today! None of my 8-9 year olds are willing to give up the magic yet…neither am I.
December 23
5:31 p.m.
My father asked me if could figure out if his ringer was on. No dice, but I may have deleted his voice mail greeting in all the button pushing. You’d think I never owned one of these things before. Anyway – we finally decided that I could just call him to see if his phone rang. THEN after that mystery was solved, he said I’d better try Mom’s since they couldn’t remember if they had packed it. Thus concludes act one of “A Visit From My Parents.”
December 24
9:47 a.m.
George drew me a game this morning. Full disclosure: his friend, Nathan showed it to him at school. Don’t want to be hit with any intellectual property lawsuits….
8:31 p.m.
Just in case he isn’t sure…
December 25
2:40 p.m.
We’re decorating gingerbread houses and I look over to see this going on with Oliver’s… When I ask him what happened to the snowman, he says, “I gave him angel wings.” Me: “Okay…I guess I can see that behind him…but, um…what is the red stuff?” Oliver: “He’s covered in tomato sauce!” — Of course. Like my little pacifist would ever think of killing a snowman. George is really liking this idea though, so I just made a new gingerbread decorating rule: no bloody snowmen.
2:44 p.m.
George’s completed gingerbread house…
2:47 p.m.
Thank god for Eleanor.
December 26
12:46 p.m.
Every year I tell myself that I’m not going to overdo it with the Christmas candy. Then I remember the Hershey’s kisses in the kids’ stockings and how good they are when you put them in the freezer… Goddammit Santa!
December 29
7:26 p.m.
Eleanor got a kid’s karaoke machine for Christmas. It came with five free downloads, and it ONLY took me three days to figure out how to do this. We looked up her favorites, but her #1 choice, Roar, wasn’t available (what?!) Fortunately, we were able to find Pink’s So What and Raise Your Glass, Joan Jett’s I Love Rock n’ Roll, and Beyonce’s All the Single Ladies (thank you Chipettes for bringing your rendition into our lives four years ago). While we were perusing Beyonce, I spotted Irreplaceable and decided that we needed to pay for a 6th song. Now I just need everyone to go back to school… #EverythingYouOwnInTheBoxToTheLeft
9:06 p.m.
Some of my favorite pictures from the holiday. So hard to live on the other side of the country from as my parents.
December 30
8:50 a.m.
Chris has a one-day work week. In on Monday and then home for the rest of the week. Which means my bed will remain unmade for the rest of the week. Because naps. #sixdayweekend
10:47 a.m.
Annie, party of 12! Ran into neighbors at the concession stand. #suburbia
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No pictures were posted of our New Year’s Eve party with neighbors – we were having too much fun. Not EVERYTHING makes it onto Facebook, you know. Either way – December is over and we’re ready for the annual “do over” with resolutions galore. Wishing you and yours all the best in 2015 (both on AND off Facebook).
Happy New Year to you, too!
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Orphaned baby??!! OMG. I love that.
Happy New Year to you (even thought it’s mid January, but better late than never?)!
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