What I learned during my Christmas Vacation...

For our Open House earlier this month, Mr. Wonderful borrowed a VCR (which we promise to return!) from a friend so that the little ones could watch our antiquated collection of Christmas classics in the playroom whilst the adults mingled.

Since we are still holding the VCR hostage, we have been unearthing all sorts of old videos. It makes for great entertainment.

You can learn a lot from old movies.

Lesson #1: Not every hairstyle is a classic.
While watching footage from her first birthday party,
I said to Daddy's Girl, "Look at you, you were so small!"
To which she replied, "Look at you, you were so (awkward pause) short-haired."
We both agreed that neither the haircut nor the wardrobe are up for revival.

Lesson #2: My kids are my identity...to them.
We watched some video of our wedding with the kids. Mr. Wonderful and I began pointing out various people they might know as we watched the wedding party exit the sanctuary.
After a few minutes of this, Little Prince looked at me and asked, "Where are your children?"

Lesson #3: We weren't as fabulous as we thought.
High school athletics. Need I say more?

All in all it was fun watching everyone and everything that has past.
Who knows what other treasures we might uncover...I shudder to think!

It went a little somethin' like this...

Every mother knows there are some days when you are just spent.

Today was that day for me.

Two stir crazy toddlers (when will it be warm again?), one unbelievable chatty pre-pre-teen (yes friends, I do sense the justice here), Christmas shopping (and the worst, my own personal abyss of decision making-internet shopping), a peeved-off husband (who fortunately for him and me was able to work out of town) and an irritating cold have left me performing at less than my personal best.

You will not see pictures of this day posted on my Facebook for your admiration and applause I assure you.

So tonight, after spending 30 extra quality minutes with Daddy's girl before bedtime, I began the process of getting her to bed. She is an absolute pro at prolonging this.

She crawled in bed and here is how it went:

(DG) "Wait, I need my blanket." Grabs blanket from beside her bed.
I begin pulling sheets, blankets and bedspreads over her.
(DG) "My hair is still wet. We should have dried it."
I pull the blanket over her slightly damp mane.
(QM) "Look! I've been on duty as Mommy since about 6:30 this morning (falsehood-it was about 7) and it is now 9 o'clock and although I think this job is the greatest job on earth I'm sick and I'm tired."
(DG) "That's about..."
(QM) "Over twelve hours and I'm beat! Now pray for me!"
(DG) giggling "Dear God. Thank you for my Mommy. And even though she gets a little mad sometimes, she's still awesome."

sigh