Christmas Program

Joshy's preschool class had their Christmas program this past week. It was rather adorable, them singing Rudolph and We Wish you a Merry Christmas, reindeer hats and Joshy making up motions that I don't believe to be planned. During We Wish you a Merry Christmas, him and the little boy to his right were doing that arm motion you equate with blokes singing in a bar with mug in hand on each We Wish. He had a good time and was so proud of his sweater vest. In fact, he has worn it every moment he can since and is wearing it as I type. I think he slept in it last night. Who knew that all he wanted for Christmas was a sweater vest?

He's the smart guy

John and Joshy were playing swords tonight and I watched them as they rallied back and forth, Joshy being the good guy and then claiming he was the bad guy. Here is how the conversation went:

Joshy: I am the good guy. Fight.
John: Got you. You're dead.
Joshy: Okay, I am the bad guy. Ready. Go.
John: Smack. You're dead.
Joshy: Okay, I am the guy that doesn't die. Go.

That solves that.

O Christmas Tree

The weekend after Thanksgiving, the boys helped John and I set up our new Christmas tree. If you remember from last year, new is because I had yet to buy or own a tree short enough for the house I live in. Somehow, as I look at a 8 ft tree in the store, my mind's eye pictures our ceilings towering far above it while the 6 ft tree is barely taller than me. So it was that we would get home and inevitably celebrate another Christmas with a half assembled tree as the ceilings turned out not to be 10 ft tall and the top section of pre-lit evergreen had to remain in the box. This year I was determined to learn from my mistakes, as all incredibly wise people do, and bought a 6.5ft tree that fits perfectly in our front room. With a red star and a hodgepodge of ornaments ranging from sentimental to "seriously...you are going to put a swan on the tree?", it is perfect and as I told Joshy, our house just feels like Christmas. We even managed to get our stockings hung, though not by the chimney with care, but with $2.99 garland and twist tie bows tied to our rail. After it was done, I just sat down in a chair and stared, my heart so happy to see the tree complete and up well before December 23. Now we just have to figure out where we put that tree skirt...

He is his father's son

Being carried by my room, Ben's greeting of choice? "Hi mama. Love you. Peace out."

(drum roll)

I am pleased to tell you that I have recently become a part of the exclusive group of people known as...Snuggie owners. That is right, I now have my very own, as seen on TV, long sleeve blanket! Oh, we have all mocked it. Laughed at the over exaggerated actors unable to get their hands out of their blanket to answer the phone or save their child from sticking a fork in the socket. We have all thought it looked ridiculous when their relieved faces donned the snuggie while playing backgammon. But, here is what you need to know. Throw their sub par marketing team out the door and picture being cuddled up on the couch watching Stargate Universe freely drinking your diet coke and snacking on your almonds without having any part of you uncovered. It is hands down the coolest thing ever. Plus, you look like a wizard, which is always a plus...

Nothing really matters.....but moi

Meet the boy's new fascination or as they call it, "the mama song". When you get to the red fur and drums, you'll see why. They laugh every time, without fail. It's heartwarming to see the Muppets gift Queen to them as Wayne's World once did to us.

clap clap DE-FENSE

Tonight I had the privilege of going to a Thunder game with some girls from work. Not traditionally the biggest of basketball fans, I have attended two, yes two, games this month and have had a complete blast at both. In fact, after repeatedly answering to who let the dogs out and reminding the players when it was time for defense and when it was time to charge, I am certain that I will barely be able to speak tomorrow. Of course, you have to count in the shameless screaming for t-shirts and frisbees and every time we dunked or stole. I also vaguely remember some verses of we will rock you and bird calls but everything begins to blur when you are inebriated with exhaustion and laughter. For the first of my two games, the half-time show was a single man who was all five Village People and was hilarious. This time around it was Native American dancers and while I am appreciative of the culture shout out, I am pretty sure they just spun in circles for 10 minutes. Not a cumulative circle. Just 8 people stationary in court position…spinning. Of course, it was hard to pay attention when you are continually distracted by the world’s last remaining mullet. It was long, tangled and unwashed; sweeping gently back and forth across his PBR logo with each swig of beer. It was just as a true mullet should be. And let’s not forget to take a moment of silence in honor of the inflatable mascot who suffered a mid-court deflation, head flopping behind as arms and legs scurried off the floor. Or for the man painted completely blue who lost the biggest fan contest to an equally blue fan dressed up as Thor. There is nothing is worse than going smurf in vain. Well, except for being a grown person donning streamers and cat ears. Still, two thumbs up for the Thunder Cat reference, even if I don’t remember them having pompom manes. Thundercats HOOOOO! It was a great night from the tip-off to the funnel cake to the three, count them, three cashiers it took to change out the nacho cheese to the car ride home and the heated debate concerning why running around a car is inherently Chinese. It goes against everything I stand for, but basketball might just have a new fan.