I thought I just wrote one of these?!? Oh yeah, it’s Christmastime – the season where the days just fly by. So it really truly was something like yesterday when I last wrote about everything I didn’t do, right?
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Just a quick clarification from last week… y’all didn’t seriously believe me when I said we cut some tree down from someone’s backyard, didja? Cuz if we did, I sure as heck wouldn’t post evidence. You can rest assured that we paid dearly for the tree, in dollars (and blood, remember?)
And in recent news, a FREEZING COLD I CAN’T FEEL MY TOES snap has hit the Northwest. Not me who spent a good hour breaking up ice in the horses’ water tank. To find my prissy girl snorting at the ice on the ground like it was some kind of hostile invader.
Yes, Not my girl who is still sticking her tongue out at me every chance she gets.
And I don’t believe y’all have been introduced to Joey… the newest guy. He is Not a friendly GIANT BABY. He does Not stick every dadgum thing in his everlovin’ mouth (including the ice Kona was snorting at). And as I was Not breaking up the ice in the 5 degree weather in the pitch black, he did Not show his gratefulness by grabbing my glove off.my.hand and dancing away with it.
You’re just lucky you’re so cute Mister.
Tempting fate, we did Not take our previously unenchanted kiddo to see Santa again. Remember last year? The jolly fellow did Not make the mistake of poking his cheek and the little guy did Not look like he was gonna take his finger right off.
This year, I did Not keep the kiddo happy before seeing the big guy, by letting him stuff his face with cookies beforehand. Move on, no cookie crumbs around here.
Nor did I prep the kid beforehand to make sure he knew he could ask Santa for something if he was a good boy…
I am totally NOT admitting that my innocent three-year-old wanted a GUN from Santa.
I did Not immediately say,
His Daddy’s a hunter!
Really! His Daddy’s a hunter!
In other holiday traditions… (not that asking Santa for a gun is traditional… oh WAIT! A Christmas Story!!!! *sigh* put me back on the list for Mother of the Year!)
We made snowflakes! Little Jo spent much time perfecting hers.
This was Not my son’s idea of a snowflake.
His poor grandmother did Not have to display it with the other grandkids’. I am Not snickering.
He did not somehow ALSO make an unbelievable mess of tiny paper clippings in making that intricate snowflake ;)
Moving on… isn’t this the sweetest photo of my favorite girls making Christmas cookies?
Not my kiddo whose idea of helping was to get busted downing the blue sprinkles.
Somehow, the entire afternoon did Not quickly morph into this:
After such a busy day… I did Not realize Itty Bit had been unusually quiet (even for this deaf mama). I did Not find this in the bathroom:
Oh I’ll spare you the remaining pictures… there were Not massive bubbles all down the cabinets, all over the mirror, and Mr. Daddy and I were Not slipping and sliding all over the floor trying to clean it up. The soap dispenser is Not empty and our kid did Not go to bed early.
Seriously, what have YOU not done this week?
Hope to see you back tomorrow for True Story Tuesday!