Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Back to Reality

I don't know why the holidays got out of control for us this year, but they did. I cut out many things to make room for other things.... We cut back on the shopping. We did not send cards, nor did we attend a slew of parties, but I still felt pressed and harried. Getting the flu the Sunday before Christmas didn't help much. *sigh*

The day itself came and we had a nice time. Lucy decorated a cake to read:

and we shared a chuckle over it as we sang.

It was good fun, but I was simply relieved to pack up the tree on Saturday and get back to school on Monday. I think next year I'd like to skip everything and go to the beach for some real R&R. (Hence the WW post below.) We took a wonderful vacation to St. George Island, FL last May. Today I am wistful for the sand and surf and extended, relaxed time with Peter, Edmund and Lucy.

Next year I want to chuck Christmas completely and go snorkling.

Is anyone with me?

Wordless Wednesday: If You Give a Kid a Cracker, There's No Telling Who Might Follow Him Home

Saturday, December 13, 2008

The Advent Conspiracy

I initially passed this along to a few friends after The Animator's Wife added it to her blog. Then said friends added it to their blogs and credited me, so I figured I'd give the credit where it is doo (as my sister-in-law says) and post it here fer real.

Thanks, Sarah!

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Santa's Geographical Conundrum

Edmund has decided that it makes no sense for Santa to be from the North Pole.

Let me backtrack a bit. This morning at breakfast, Lucy offered up the tidbit of info that reindeer come from Russia, and therefore Santa Claus must be Russian. This led to a discussion of how reindeer roam in Alaska, Canada, and Scandinavia as well.

Edmund thought a bit and declared the South Pole far better suited for the jolly old elf. After all, he reasoned, the North Pole is water and the South Pole is land.

Makes sense.

Now then, should global warming affect the North Pole so drastically that Santa's digs break up and float southward, will anyone rescue him from his iceberg as he floats by, waving for help?

Wordless Wednesday

Tuesday, December 2, 2008