Our Ghost Friend

The day after Halloween Miriam and I were in Albertsons and a store employee gave her this balloon. It is still floating high and we've been too lazy to bring in the ladder to get it down.

I like to think he is watching over us.

Why is it that I don't take time to blog about anything important and then I post about a balloon?

I don't know.

the Griswolds

per Richard: You have to many kids if you can no longer [legally] take the family to get a Christmas tree in your truck, so you have to tie it to the roof of your mini-van.    

On Saturday while we were out and about doing Christmas-ish and birthday-ish things(more on that later) we were listening to Christmas music and the Taylor Swift version of "Last Christmas" came on.  Cameron apparently likes T. Swift and objected when Richard changed the tune.  Thereafter our annual discussion about this song ensued.

Richard: "That is not a Christmas song.  Just because it has the word "Christmas" in it does not make it a Christmas song."

Me: Some pathetic argument.

Richard: "She could just as easily be saying "Last Friday I gave you my heart, and the very next day, you gave it away."

Cameron: "Friday?" pause..."Friday, Friday gotta get down on Friday.  Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend..."

I swear, we really haven't watched that video that many times. 

Missing football

Eli and I were searching for his football around the house. Well, mostly I was searching and he was pleading for me to find it.

"Mom- you are not looking in the right places!"

"What are the right places Eli?!"

"I looked in them already and it wasn't there. "

After awhile he went outside to look in the "right" places. I spent another few minutes earnestly endeavoring to find it and then I poked my head out to see if he had any luck. Sure enough he was playing with said football.

"Eli! You didn't tell me you found it. "

"Oops. It was on the slide. I forgot."

Totally innocent smile.

NOVEMBER

Well, apparently we didn't do much in November.  The only pictures I have are of the t.v. I sold on Craigslist because we finally broke down and bought a flat-screen.  What would Hugh Nibley think of me?

The tv was a wedding gift and although I wasn't sentimentally attached to it's hugeness, it was kind of sad to see it go.  I was raised with the idea that you don't get rid of something if it still works.  But admittedly I love the new tv. And speaking of tv, I love the DVR.  I worried that we would watch more tv when we got the DVR, and we probably do.  But not significantly more and not enough that I feel guilty about it. And that's saying something because I'm prone to guilt.  I love that I can record the few decent shows that are on, for both the adults and the children, and then we can watch them at our leisure.  This works out particularly well for Cameron, the shows that are on after school hours are not his cup of tea.  Now he can watch his favorite cartoon after everything else is done.  And if everything else doesn't get done, he can try again tomorrow.  The other thing about DVR that has won me over is watching tv without commercials.  Not only is it more time efficient, it spares you from some of the media trash.  I was frequently uncomfortable with Cameron and Eli seeing some of the commercials during football games, and now we can safely watch the athletic event without the slightly immoral marketing campaigns. 

Wow- apparently I had a lot to say about that!

Oh, and a few pictures of Richard and the kids playing football outside.  Seems appropriate, given the hours in our house that were spent in November either watching or playing football.  Again, what would Hugh think of us? Thank goodness for a new year and new priorities! Like the Wii Santa brought for Christmas... (SO glad I can blame that one on Santa.)

Those are some soft bowling pins made to look like football pads. Those clever little boys...



you might have too many

I think of these all the time, but forget to write them down.   So I'm going to post them here, and then start a list on my sidebar.

You might have too many kids if:

You can't use "Your youngest child's middle name" as a security question because the answer changes too frequently.

You carry two insurance cards because your insurance company does not allow more than five names listed on a single card.