Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Busy, busy, busy

I have been a busy little bee this past weekend. We did so much in such a short period of time that it left me feeling a little depressed. Too much rushing around, and not enough stopping to enjoy what makes this season so wonderful. So much happened, and I could tell you about it all, but it would take the better part of your day to read it.

I could tell you how on Friday night after dinner the boys were allowed to have a bit of their St. Nick candy, which was met with great bursts of energy and screams (literally) of delight. The hubby didn't help by starting a pillow fight with the boys, followed by tossing them in the air, and wrestling them on the ground. It all ended abruptly when Tommy stopped mid-run, spread his legs out wide, bent at the waist, and vomited pink chunks of fruit, noodles, and ground beef all over the living room floor. He immediately looked up and said, "Daddy, can you clean that up? Mumma, I bomit. Oh no, I bomited on my monster truck." 

My hubby and I automatically assumed our roles of "Mommy comforter" in which I clean up and comfort the child, and "Daddy cleaner" where he scoops, vacuums, and scrubs the floor. After two minutes all was well again.

I could also tell you about the hubby's folks graciously watching our boys on Saturday night so that Todd and I could run out and get some Christmas shopping done. It was a wonderful break only made slightly less wonderful by the fact that we could not find anything we wanted to get for the boys. We soothed our sore feet and pounding heads with a stop at our favorite restaurant. We ordered a beer for the hubby, and a mojito for me, followed by two fabulous soups, and two amazing entrees. It turned out to be a great evening despite the fact that we came home to a Tommy boy with an egg on his head from running into the wall, and Benny baby who has decided to stop sleeping through the night. Sigh.

I could tell you about how in church on Sunday the priest was talking to us about John the Baptist, and how he told the people that One would come and baptize us with fire. Every time the priest said fire he would yell it. "FIRE!!!!" It really got every one's attention, including that of my Tommy, who waited for the church to be silent to say in a very loud voice, "Momma, what is he talkin' 'bout?" Ah kids. Ya gotta love 'em. Luckily, the congregation seemed to think it was pretty funny.

I could also tell you that after church we went to a tree lot and picked out a beautiful Christmas tree. The boys were so excited to see the tree in the house that I was shocked when they went down for a nap that afternoon. After they woke up we all decorated the tree together. This was the first year I really let the boys help, and I surprised myself by not moving each ornament the boys placed on the tree to a "better" location. They did very well. Even little Benny did better than I thought he would. When we finally released him from his jail (the bouncer) and let him get close to the tree he sat on his bum and bounced up and down, up and down, screaming and smiling. It was pretty cute. It hasn't been nearly as difficult to keep him away from his first Christmas tree as I thought it would be. He is such a good baby.
Or, I could tell you about the hubby and I being so exhausted from all of the holiday fun that after we put the boys down to sleep on Sunday night we got into a huge fight about nothing. It was very strange for us, as we normally don't argue. We didn't talk for a whole day. Humph. Luckily, the fight ended and easily as it started.
I could tell you about all of that. I could. But, I'd rather pass on my favorite holiday recipe that a friend sent me a few years ago. I hope it helps you get into the holiday spirit, and brings you a bit of cheer. It always works for me. :)

1 cup water
1 cup sugar
4 large eggs
2 cups dried fruit
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon salt
1 cup brown sugar
lemon juice
nuts
1 gallon whiskey

Sample the whiskey to check for quality. Take a large bowl. Check the whiskey again to be sure it is of the highest quality. Pour one level cup and drink. Repeat.

Turn on the electric mixer; beat 1 cup butter in a large, fluffy bowl. Add 1 teaspoon sugar and beat again. Make sure whiskey is still OK. Cry another tup. Turn off mixer.

Break 2 legs and add to the bowl and chuck in the cup of dried fruit. Mix on the turner. If the fried druit gets stuck in the beaterers, pry it loose with a screwscriver. Sample the whiskey to check for onsisticity. Next, sift 2 cups of salt. Or something. Who cares? Check the whiskey. Now sift the lemon juice and strain your nuts. Add one table. Spoon. Of sugar or something. Whatever you can find. Whiskey check. Again. To taste. Grease the oven. Turn the cake tin to 350 degrees. Don't forget to beat off the turner. Throw the bowl out of the window. Check the whiskey again. Go to bed. Who the hell wants cake anyway?

- I like to substitute the whiskey with rum. Enjoy!

12 comments:

Laura said...

WOW - the rush of the holiday season!

I laughed out loud about the priest yelling Fire and your little one's question. Oh my, too funny.

Love your tree!

Happy holidays!

Ms. Pink said...

It sounds like you had a busy week. You have a nice looking family.

Ms. Pink
http://www.mspink.net/

Kellan said...

Sample the whiskey - ACK! It is a crazy time of year and way to stressful and busy sometimes. I loved the little "bomit" story - thanks for that! Home things slow down a bit and you get to enjoy things. Take care, Kellan

AnGlOpHiLe FoOtBaLl FaNaTiC said...

I can so picture your son questioning the priest over his fire. Mine seems to think mass is where we stay in the vestibule for running around. The pic of the baby in front of the tree is beautiful. Yuck to the bomit. I hope he's all better? And, yay for the evening out!!

Crystal Jigsaw said...

A lovely Christmas tree, so vibrant and lots of fun. It's really easy to move the ornaments onto a better location isn't it but when the children have gone to so much trouble to help I always think it makes the tree look extra special.

Lovely blog.
Crystal xx

Sandy C. said...

What a beautiful Christmas tree shot! Sounds like you had quite the weekend. Sorry to hear about the rug.

Love the recipe....I may have to try it soon seeing how I have not bought one gift yet...*sigh*.

jennifer said...

Your weekend sounded eerily similar to mine. Our shopping was done online, however, and we had trouble getting the things we wanted.

I think I'll try your recipe, sounds great :)!

Jennifer, Le Binky Bitch

Julie Pippert said...

Yes, busy busy busy. I feel for you. And it does make us feel and act out of character.

Here's to keeping on finding the good moment. :)

Julie
Using My Words

Family Adventure said...

Love the recipe! I've seen different versions, but love them all.

The tree looks gorgeous, and I'm glad you managed a nice evening out, even if the shopping was a bust!

Heidi :)

OHmommy said...

Your dinner sounds AMAZING. I am jealous - I could use a good night out with the husband. How great of the grandparents to give you that night before the holiday rush.

We were 5 minutes late to church this Sunday and got to sit in the row in front of the senior citizens that were dropped off from the retirement village.

It was a long hour.

painted maypole said...

love the new holiday picture of the kids!

you are a busy bee!

girlymom said...

This is way too funny. Sounds like it was a very comical weekend! Your tree is beautiful. My Hubby wanted to get a tree that went all the way up to the ceiling (9 foot 10 inch ceilings) we went to 2 places to find a 10 foot tree. He measured the floor to ceiling and measured the tree with angel on top and cut to exactly the right measurements. We lifted the tree up into place and the angel just barely skims the ceiling. The best part was watching him stand back and look at it, arms folded in satisfaction! Men! :)

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