Tagged...

I was tagged by Rachel and her ridiculously adorable kids. Here's the rules:

The Rules: go to Your Pictures file go to the 5th folder open up the 5th picture and post it then tag 5 people when you are done.

So this is Jellybean at 3yrs old. She had been sent up for a nap and obviously did not stay in bed...


So, I am tagging

• Jenny
• Niki
• Jennifer
• Ashley
• Bridgett

Now, what should I do? I don't do the tagging game very often...

Up on the housetop...

hmmmmm...


Wait a minute...
it would appear that our gifts are delivered to our house by that Jolly Old Abolitionist, Abraham Lincoln.

GAAAAHHH! I bought an American Girl Doll!

*pant pant*
I can't believe I just spent that kind of money on a doll! But, I know the quality is worth it. Jellybean wanted one of those My Twinn dolls that are like $175! All she asked Santa for was a doll, but there was no way I was doing that. I checked out the Target versions, but all the reviews I read said the hair was awful and the arms snap off. I'm so tired of everything being made to be disposable!

So, I bit the bullet and bought the American Girl Just Like You doll. It was $90 but I figure she has two little sisters that also have straight blonde hair and blue eyes so they can always play with it if she loses interest. The worst part was I had to pay for rush delivery. They can't guarantee delivery on standard shipping anymore. That was $32! But, I had a code for $10 off.

I figured it was worth paying the money for the quality doll and I can always get the accessories at Target. So, Santa is done with her! My kids get one big gift from Santa, one from us, and one from their Secret Santa Sibling. Then we have a Santa bag that we fill with gifts for the whole family. Board games and whatnot. We don't keep track of money at this point. Some years we spend more on one than another and it all works out in the end.

Once a year I get my revenge...

Chowder is a lovely dear man that I adore, as you have been able to tell if you read my blog. There is one thing about him, though. He is ridiculously annoying. He TALKS... a lot. about nothing. I am a woman of few words with a love for efficiency. Especially, in words. I tell my husband frequently that he is wasting words. And when he insists that I respond to his nonsense, it pains me because it causes me to also waste words. It's annoying.

He will turn anything I say into a dirty euphemism. For example...

Me: Honey will you wash the dishes?
Him: Oh. I'll wash your dishes.

I don't even know what that means? But, I know what he means. And it's annoying.

He also likes really bad music. And he likes to sing and dance to really bad music. The worst is The Safety Dance. I don't just dislike this song. I can't explain it, but when I hear this song it invokes a white hot rage in the center of my very being. But, he loves to sing it. And it's annoying.

He's constantly doing stupid things and asking me to "Check this out." And then he'll do "the wave" and ask me if he's "blowing my mind." He doesn't just do this once, he does it all. the. time. Over and over. And it's annoying.

He never quite matured past 6th grade, so there are a series of words that I cannot use without him collapsing into a fit of giggles. They include but are not limited to, "package" and "unit." He has to make a huge effort to remain composed during the reading of the Gospel on Christmas Eve because he has to read the word, "ass." And some years he doesn't make it. And it's annoying.

So, every Christmas I get my turn. I get these every year and we now have 5 of them. They are superbly annoying on their own, but oh no, the children must ratchet it up and play them all at once. Here is this year's edition.

Peek-In-Monday

Ladybug helps...
You don't have to watch the whole thing, I just didn't feel like going through the bother of clipping it. Although towards the end you get see Humphrey and Boy Cat and their relationship wrought with peril.

Living Life Ridiculously Large...

As Chowder and I were snuggling under the Christmas tree we started laughing at the sheer size of it. He said he told his friend, "We have a ridiculously large Christmas Tree, a ridiculously large dog, a ridiculously large van and a ridiculously large family."

goes along with our ridiculously large love.
(and my ridiculously sappy self)


this picture doesn't do it justice. Remember we have 10 foot ceilings.

Peek-In-Monday

I was in the kitchen and thought someone was breaking into the house. Instead it was this. It comes around 30 seconds.