Pressing Matters

I know, so many of us this time of year are thinking about resolutions . . . .how we can improve our lives, and what we can do to better ourselves.

I am thinking.

Should I blog this season of the Bachelor?

Vote

Yes, or Nuooo ------------------------------------------------------------->

Ps, that was for my husband. We get asked the Yes, or Nuooo question at least 10 times a day by Wade.

This year, I've been naughty.

This holiday season, I had more time on my hands.

And there was good reason.

I made Christmas goodies, but didn't pass them all out. (Come by if you want some!)

I didn't send out a Christmas card, but if I did, it may have looked something like this.

Abby? Who's Abby?

I didn't get pictures with Santa, or do the tree of sharing. (Both things I really, really wanted to do-but was feeling a little like a charity case myself. )

I didn't go to parties that I didn't want to go to.

And you know what?

I am okay with it.

I am REALLY, REALLY okay with it.

Will I shun my normal Holiday routines EVERY year? No, definitely not.

It's not like I didn't do ANYTHING . . . .

I spent time reading books,

I spent time hanging out with my husband, who "claims" to like to spend time with me.

I watched movies,

I went to movies,

I went on date night, and hung out with friends I love.

I got a pedicure.

I baked, and baked, and cooked, and baked.

I avoided the store.

And you know what? I really enjoyed not being stressed out, too busy, or unavailable.

It is a great thing, to just BE. And be Happy. Maybe next year, you should try it.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Got a little time on my hands. . .

Something is going on with me.

I feel like I need something to do.

A project? I have projects.

A mission? It seems like I am ALWAYS on a mission.

What is it that is missing?

I don't know, but it is driving me nuts.

And even driving a few people I know nuts.

Because I insist on helping, and they don't want help.

Anyone need to re-org some closest?

Re-decorate a room?

Anyone feel like sewing?

No?

Maybe just me.

If you need me, please call. Chances are, I am dying to help you.

Have you ever wanted to know. . .

what a Scottish man wears under his kilt?

According to Jaxon, nothing.

Now you know. I hope he did that AFTER he turned it into his teacher, and not before.

My Gift To You

My Gift To You this year is.

Jaxon.

Think of it as re-gifting.

Just kidding.

Actually, there are a few things that Jaxon does that are just his signature. Like, act like a cartoon character. ALL.THE.TIME.

It is endearing most of the time.


Jaxon also has a passion for song and dance. I am not sure how much he will do with this talent, but for now, it provides us with hours of entertainment.

So, for your viewing pleasure.


Here is Jaxon as: THE HEAT MISER.




Here is the original in case you need a reminder.

Christmas Cards Gone By

Our Family started in April of 2000. I don't recall sending out Christmas cards those first couple of years. Really, is sending Christmas cards any fun when you don't have any kids? Well, I guess it could be, but, let's just say it is MORE fun, if you have a kid to show their growth pattern. And who wouldn't want a picture of this kid.

I think I was one or two month pregnant with Jaxon at the time. Abby had no idea what was going to rock her world.

CHRISTMAS 2002

Here is our arrival in our Christmas pic the next year. . . . Merry Christmas, from the GRUMPIEST BABY EVER!

CHRISTMAS 2003

My husband is seriously going to kill me because of this picture. He hates it, and I am not fond of it either, but since I am doing this for history sake, let's just get on with it.

Yes, it is in beautiful scenic Hawaii. After a 5 hour plane ride with the grumpiest child in the world. Let's just say we were cured of travel with small children for quite some time.

CHRISTMAS 2004

Wanna hear something sad about 2005? I don't know what Christmas card we used. Worse, is that all my pix were wiped off my drive by a virus? Or my computer was rendered useless by one? I can't quite remember, but this will represent . .

CHRISTMAS 2005

Apparently I have my hands up like that because I can't find Jaxon.

This REALLY IS CHRISTMAS 2006! Well, it is fall 2006, and we are at a pumpkin patch, but we really did use this pic as our Christmas card. I liked it! I liked that a professional photog did not have to take it! PS- Yes, Wade is in this picture, but he is only about 3 months along.



Ah, finally, A good all around picture. We all know the pains of taking a good picture, right? I am quite certain two or maybe even three heads were photo shopped in this pic. And it was taken in the summer, long BEFORE Christmas, but who cares right?

CHRISTMAS 2007


Once again, I have no idea what picture I sent out for Christmas. My mind is telling me, I didn't send Christmas cards this particular year. Maybe it was because 2008, wasn't that great. So, I don't think I did. Did I send out a Valentines Day card? If someone out there remembers, will you let me know? Either way, I DID have cute pictures of my kids.

CHRISTMAS 2008

This right hear is Christmas 2009. And guess, what. This is good as it is going to get for this year too. Because I didn't send out Christmas Cards.

CHRISTMAS 2009


And you know what? I am okay with that. Hope you are too! :)

PS- I DO have a Christmas PRESENT for you though, and it will be coming tomorrow! So, be sure to check back!

Abby the Author

I love seeing what talents our children acquire. I love to try to let them explore and develop their talents, and I am hoping, in some way, to push them in the right direction to fuel their passion.

With Abby, I don't have to try much. She will waltz into the kitchen and grab a pile of papers and my stapler, and disappear into her room. I am not sure how long her creations take, but eventually, she emerges with a final product.

I am always excited with anticipation. I think I better start meeting with publishers. Anyone know one?

This one is called, MISS PIGGY PIG. Enjoy.

How adorable is THAT.

What amazes me is her different angles on the drawings!

Forgive that girl's left arm. Her mom has long arms.

I will take any guesses on what is inscribed on that mirror.

Indeed.

Wasn't she chic?

How daring!

You're never too old to be a model! (Notice the Project runway heading)

Thank heavens she has her values in check. Can you believe how adorable those piglets are?

Of course she did.

It's the Holiday Season!

And whoop de doo, and fiddle de dumb and don't cha think, it's a whole lotta fun!

Peter and I have made that our offical favorite Holiday song, because you do not have to know the words, you can just make up whatever the heck you want, and it always sounds good.

For example, you probably think the words above are the right words.

No, they are not.

The right words are:

It's the holiday season
With the whoop-de-do and hickory dock
And don't forget to hang up your sock
'Cause just exactly at 12 o'clock
He'll be coming down the chimney
Coming down the chimney
Coming down the chimney, down!

Anywho, the next time that you feel like getting into the Christmas spirit, I give you permission to sing that song and put whatever words you want after "Whoop de do, and fiddle de dumb" It is just a lot more fun that way, trust me.

The other song that gets stuck in my head is the Secret Agent Oso song.

I used to have nothing against Special Agent Oso, but my husband has become rather disturbed by the stupidity of sweet Oso, and now, as a tribute to Oso, my husband will make mundane tasks, like unloading the dishwasher, or changing a diaper into Agent Oso missions. I will hear him, in his best Agent Oso impersonation (my husband is SUPER good at impersonations) in another room saying things like, "Now we get out a diaper!" "Now, we wipe the bumb!" etc. You get the picture.

Our house, we are a laugh a minute around here, you should come by.

You never know when you might be instructed to do something in "THREE SPECIAL STEPS".

Smearing Poop

*Warning*

If the title didn't tell you enough, this is my warning to you that this blog post deals with Poop. Enough Said.

A while ago, well, I would say, almost exactly two years ago, I was dealing with Poop. Funny how these things seem to re-surface from time to time. Isn't it? Kind of like a re-occurring nightmare that just keeps happening? (Or is that just having more than one child, anywho. . .)

Seems now that Kaylie is exactly Wade's age when I did that last post, I would be dealing with poop again. Yet, I wish it was only poop in the tub.

Kaylie has decided that poop is fun to play with. Only in the morning, in the quiet confines of her crib. She didn't realize that her body made such a fun, mushy, (yet smelly) type of play dough.

It seemed fun to smear around the bed, into her hair, on her feet and along the rungs of her crib.

Well, it is fun until mommy comes into the room and has to strip her naked and throw her in the tub all the while saying, "NO TOUCH THE POO POO KAYLIE!!!!!"

Day One, frustrating. Day TWO, MADDENING. DAY THREE. . .My threats, lectures, and luke warm baths in the AM are not working!!!!!! Time to take this into serious measures. . . .

Footie Pajamas.

And guess what, she didn't appreciate it. When I put those footie pajamas (sleeper, whatever you want to call it) on her tonight, she screamed out like she was in a horror flick. But, hopefully, I will have a poop free morning.

We will soon find out.

Either way, I am CERTAIN this is why Heavenly Father made kids so stinkin' cute.