Tree Lighting

Well, not exactly OUR tree lighting but we did attend our fair city's tree lighting downtown last night. It's become a bit of a tradition around here that to kick off the Christmas season we crash our friend's office the night of the big lighting, smoosh cheese crackers into his office carpet, rearrange his employee's picture frames and drink a few too many juice boxes...or glasses of wine from plastic cups if you are of the over 21 set.

Why he and his darling wife keep inviting us, I will never really know. But, we did have a blast as usual. Look at Ava and her gal pal E. They decided on matching holly fairy face painting this year.
Look at the little party goers last year. Despite the nightly bricks on the head trick I've been trying, they seem to be growing nonetheless.

A little note about Miss Liv. She was so pleased with her Holly Fairy face painting she asked numerous times to visit the ladies room to just take one more look in the mirror. "Oh Mommy, I beeeutiful" she said upon seeing herself made-up. Yes Liv, I agree...beeeutiful.

Well, I have thanksgiving decorations to store away in tote boxes, leftover brownies to eat and a tree of my own to think about pulling down from the attic.

Let the holiday festivities begin.

Hello- Is Anybody Out There?

Bless me blogosphere it has been ahem, a while, since my last post. Did you think I left blog land? Even I thought I might have left blogland. Yea, yea everyone's busy. So that excuse it probably mute.

It's been so long that I almost had myself convinced that Ava is too old to blog about (and I need to save the cash for college not therapy sessions) and Livi is too even tempered and cool to embellish any wonderful and gray hair inducing antics and splay them all over the internet. The Muffin Man, yea, well he found out about the blog and got into the habit of reading. You know as well as I do that we can't have that...how can I jovially make fun of the geezer if he reads regularly? Did I mention that he gave up and fell asleep during the bestest Colts game ever on Sunday night and missed the huge win? All after I told him NOT to give up and go to bed, because surely they would come back and win. (This is just a test to see if he is out of the habit of reading) But it was a true story, in case you were wondering for posterity's sake.

Here is what it comes down to...I love splaying our often and somewhat disfunctionalism's. It is often my therapy to write about them, those beings that for whatever reason seem to consistenly circle around my kitchen while wearing mismatched socks, chocolate milk mustaches, and crooked self trimmed bangs.

I'm nearing the end of my WAHM crazy holiday season when I drag myself around town in a 10 year old truck selling handbags and accessories at local art fairs, want to buy a watch? This will surely lead to more bloggy time as I step carefully and slowly away from the sewing room. You know with 17 people coming for Thanksgiving and Christmas to prepare for...I'll have lots of free time.

To tide you over until my next post, I'm promising something in the order of witty banter by 2011, here are a few photos of my ladies. Skipping through life over the last few months...in mismatched socks and hand-me-down high heels.

Aren't they cute?

Oh by the way, we went to California for 5 days, Livi turned 4, Ava was cast in the school play, Liv is now on the 2020 Olympic gymnastics team, the Muffin Man rolled back into his company's parent organization, and I am turning gray and had a good color job. Now you are officially all caught up.