The Best Things About Christmas

It is 2Pm and both girls are snuggled into their beds. I doubt either of them are sleeping.  They could play all day in those caves of theirs, for all I care, as long as i don’t hear a peep. A single peep, and I'm whipping out the big guns. Finger paint. Finger paint concurs all afternoon boredom even for the cleanest of Mommy. The blame for all these circus acts begins at a single gingerbread house. A simple sugar structure that paves the way to crazy town. Heaven help us. 
 
Emery’s favourite black dress wasn’t the only thing that got worn out this holiday. Mittens and hats with the stench of dried tears are thrown among the pine needles,missing puzzle pieces, and wet socks. Am I the only person who curses 3 pairs of wet socks by the end of the day? Darn those front door, back door, sippy spilled puddles.                  
We settled into Mama Bissett’s after an evening of grandparent visiting and Christmas carols. Of course, Christmas P.J’s were provided by my most favourite childhood Santa. Do we ever get too old for the festive fleece?  


  “The Best Thing About Christmas” Ah, how appropriate.  Stories, cuddles, giggles too. Then off to bed while Santa does his work. Maybe next year we should ask for bigger stockings? Or maybe, just maybe, I had to many hiding spots and lost track of my stocking suffers. A mistake well appreciated. 

Emery is still talking about the fact that Levi heard Santa walking around upstairs.  I’m sure Milo heard him too since she was too excited to sleep all night. We all woke (or was finally let out of bed) to my favorite childhood memories. Massive breakfasts (plural because I may have had 2 plates), and too much unwrapping took place before shipping off to another Christmas morning. The giving this year was incredible and more than we deserved. Lucky ducks and blessed.  Pack on up because we are off to take 2 at the Petersons. The party never stops.  

Milo was surprisingly quite during gift exchange. Surprised she was quiet, not so surprised she had unboxed, unwrapped, and devoured an entire giant chocolate kiss. She probably would have been satisfied with that as her only gift, if we hadn’t of unleashed the tent. Collapsible princess tent with a tube entrance. I’ve never before seen such pure pleasure. This hyper hamster scrambled down the tube, grinned while hunched over, and began panting until she let out a squeal. Definitely on the fritz this one.                                
Milo’s claimed insanity, we are pooped, and Emery is still discovering new angles to tilt her head while brushing.  Life is good. Delish Christmas dinner, company and gifts. It honestly was the most exhausting perfect ever, and that was my favourite thing about Christmas.  

Hey Mom? You're a Genius.

Have you seen “Princess and the Pop star”?  Emery has, about 200 times.  I have her Grandma Moj to thank for that. Despite the grumbles, we have limited our Barbie intake to about thrice a week. Progress! Healthy Progress!…That is until Levi and I lazed in bed one night and introduced the idea of a Princess pop star birthday party. Mistake? Unhealthy mistake?  Maybe for the clean up crew. Being good parents and all, we did indeed splurge, and tossed Emery into her favourite sparkly fantasy.  After all, every 3 year old deserves laser lights and fog machines at their party.  Thanks to our very own handy Andy, we even had a stage with our toy shelving unit as the base.  A dream come true for Stinky Spaghetti.

Of course, all a newly 3 year old wants to eat is a bucket full of noodles, so I stylishly displayed my best mac-and-cheese bar.  Oh cheesy nudes, how I would love to gain every pound of you.  Nudes and cream puffs. Emery’s happy, and I'm definitely over weight.  Love it!
Ah, good times.  Fell in love with that girl in the wee hours 3 years ago, and here I'm still lovin.  Loving those big chocolate eyes, “shockingly” crazy mop, and that slightly smooshed button nose.  As crazy as being a parent is, the moment when she takes her hand in hers, gives it a squeeze while whispering “Hey mom? You’re the best. You’re a genius.” It’s all worth it.