Tis the Christmas Season
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My daughter. :heart: She came on the 19th...and we were home in plenty of time to celebrate. 
When I was pregnant with her I was setting up the tree while her dad and his brother went outside to have a cigar. The cheap plastic tree stand buckled (bent) and I was stuck under that darn tree for 30 minutes hollering my fool head off waiting for those durn boys to come rescue me. I didn't want the water in the tree stand all over my hardwoods but couldn't maneuver my 9 month pregnant self around the darn thing to lift it up! When they finally came in his brother said "I *told* you! They thought the neighbor kids were yelling.
I have a new, heavy, metal, sturdy tree stand now.
When I was pregnant with her I was setting up the tree while her dad and his brother went outside to have a cigar. The cheap plastic tree stand buckled (bent) and I was stuck under that darn tree for 30 minutes hollering my fool head off waiting for those durn boys to come rescue me. I didn't want the water in the tree stand all over my hardwoods but couldn't maneuver my 9 month pregnant self around the darn thing to lift it up! When they finally came in his brother said "I *told* you! They thought the neighbor kids were yelling.
I have a new, heavy, metal, sturdy tree stand now.
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Funnest memory......:yfaint:
My brother who was 9 or 10 at the time and a severe asthmatic drank daddy's eggnog that was spiked!:yfrown:
My mom freaked as he come out of the bathroom wearing under-ware on his head singing tiny bubbles.:ylol:
Yet another clue why I don't drink alcohol.:thumleft:
My brother who was 9 or 10 at the time and a severe asthmatic drank daddy's eggnog that was spiked!:yfrown:
My mom freaked as he come out of the bathroom wearing under-ware on his head singing tiny bubbles.:ylol:
Yet another clue why I don't drink alcohol.:thumleft:
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My daughter. :heart: She came on the 19th...and we were home in plenty of time to celebrate.
When I was pregnant with her I was setting up the tree while her dad and his brother went outside to have a cigar. The cheap plastic tree stand buckled (bent) and I was stuck under that darn tree for 30 minutes hollering my fool head off waiting for those durn boys to come rescue me. I didn't want the water in the tree stand all over my hardwoods but couldn't maneuver my 9 month pregnant self around the darn thing to lift it up! When they finally came in his brother said "I *told* you! They thought the neighbor kids were yelling.
I have a new, heavy, metal, sturdy tree stand now.
:rof::rof::rof:
Tears are running, honestly!:lol2:
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When my brother and I were 4 and 5, my dad and a friend arranged to surprise their kids with Santa!!! Christmas Eve, we went out as usual but when we returned, we 'caught' Santa still delivering our gifts! (Christmas morning, my dad returned the favour and went to his friend's home and his kids also 'caught' Santa still delivering gifts!) To this day, I remember the shock and awe I felt at meeting Santa! None of my friends had EVER caught Santa at their home!!! (And, I had pictures to prove it! :lol
I also arranged for Emily and Stephen to catch Santa in the act when they were the same age!
I also arranged for Emily and Stephen to catch Santa in the act when they were the same age!
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Tess, my dad never dressed up but......
for a few years, after we were all tucked in bed for an hour or two we would here the faintest sounds of sleigh bells coming from or long hall way. Then quiet steps going down to the living room. AW, memories!
I just pray that our children can remember found memories of the holiday season and not parent's gasping in horror when they see a price of a toy!
for a few years, after we were all tucked in bed for an hour or two we would here the faintest sounds of sleigh bells coming from or long hall way. Then quiet steps going down to the living room. AW, memories!
I just pray that our children can remember found memories of the holiday season and not parent's gasping in horror when they see a price of a toy!
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OMG !! That's flipping hysterical !!
Oh wait till he's older and there's pay back momma ! LOL
Oh wait till he's older and there's pay back momma ! LOL
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:ylol:, fantastic!
My favourite memory from when I was younger was waking up Christmas morning and feeling for my sack at the end of my bed, so excited that Santa had been! Loved switching on my light and having a look through.
As I got older my mom said she would do the Santa sack and I used to do one for her. Aah, memories.
My favourite memory from when I was younger was waking up Christmas morning and feeling for my sack at the end of my bed, so excited that Santa had been! Loved switching on my light and having a look through.
As I got older my mom said she would do the Santa sack and I used to do one for her. Aah, memories.
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Love this! That photo is priceless!
The best memory from my childhood was 2nd grade. I was in bed asleep and woke up to the sound of "hooves on the roof" and some noise in the living room. I woke my brothers up and we snuck in the living room. We didn't catch Santa, but the tree was lit up and there were presents everywhere! Santa used that cotton tree skirt stuff with the glitter in it to wrap his gifts, so it was glittering all over! Of course we squealed and sreamed and my Mom had to get up and open presents at 3 a.m.
Love this! That photo is priceless!
The best memory from my childhood was 2nd grade. I was in bed asleep and woke up to the sound of "hooves on the roof" and some noise in the living room. I woke my brothers up and we snuck in the living room. We didn't catch Santa, but the tree was lit up and there were presents everywhere! Santa used that cotton tree skirt stuff with the glitter in it to wrap his gifts, so it was glittering all over! Of course we squealed and sreamed and my Mom had to get up and open presents at 3 a.m.
Our twins came calling Dec. 20th, just 4 days early. Both were difficult babies for different reasons and by the time Christmas morning arrived we were beyond exhausted. I think we had slept maybe 15 hours in those 4 days, usually with a baby on our chest, skin to skin since that was the only way our son would sleep at all.
We had been so overwhelmed by it all that the only place we'd been since we got home from the hospital was the lactation consultant for help because nothing we did would get those kids to breastfeed and our daughter wouldn't even use a bottle.
So we had almost no food in the house.
Anyway, we managed to get about 2 hours sleep all at the same time early Christmas morning.
When we got up and went to make supplemental bottles, we walked into a kitchen with counters black with ants. There had been a bad freeze the night before and they had decided our house was the perfect place to come calling.
We then discovered that they were in the living room coming up through the cracks in the hearth and two of the bedrooms and the main bathroom........
It felt like a nightmare.
Each of us, a crying baby in our hands, collapsed into a chair crying right along with those babies. Only to jump up again when we found ants on the chairs!
Now I have one of those spouses that is self-reliant to the death. Ask for help? No WAY. Let me ask for help? Huh.
That is why we had been alone with those screaming babies for 4 straight days. Plus I was just too worn out from birth, etc. to argue about it. (I dropped 50 #s between the day before their birth and the day after and the kids only weighed a total of 12#14 oz. And I now weighed 20# less than I had when I started the adventure.)
After a little while I pulled myself together, got up, and ignoring the ants, went to figure out what we had to eat for Christmas dinner.
Turkey hot dogs and buns. Frozen vegetables. That was it. And there wasn't a store for miles that was open.
I share this info with spouse who got very down and then made noises to the effect of "I can do it, I can do anything if I have to" and goes off to kitchen after dumping the second baby in my lap. I said I thought we should call someone and see if they could come watch the babies while we cleaned up.
No way.
Well I got mad at this refusal to ask for help when it was clearly needed. I knew it would be followed by pouting and self-pity and I was not going to put up with it this time. I decided I was going to at least ask for help. People can always say No.
So I got the phone and called one of my oldest, literally, friends. She had several adult children and a herd of grandchildren. I told her our troubles (well wept and sobbed really) and she said she would come over and give us a hand.
About an hour later she arrived along with a friend of hers who was a mother of 8 with I don't even know how many grandchildren. By then we had gotten the ants cleaned up in the kitchen and living room.
The grandmothers took the babies, sent us to bed and we collapsed for 7 blissful and oblivious hours.
When I came to again, I was appalled that I had let these two "seasoned" ladies handle things for so long. I went out to the living room to find two different people I barely knew rocking and feeding babies. Turns out the grandmothers had called various friends and mutual acquaintances and arranged for 2 hour shifts through Christmas Day covering something like 12 hours.
Gift doesn't really cover it.
And about that time another close friend arrived with the remains of their Christmas dinner - mostly Seafoam Salad which is this delicious dessert salad made with jello and cream cheese.
So our Christmas dinner was Turkey hot dogs. dressing and Seafoam Salad.
Every year we have Seafoam Salad at Christmas dinner.
We had been so overwhelmed by it all that the only place we'd been since we got home from the hospital was the lactation consultant for help because nothing we did would get those kids to breastfeed and our daughter wouldn't even use a bottle.
So we had almost no food in the house.
Anyway, we managed to get about 2 hours sleep all at the same time early Christmas morning.
When we got up and went to make supplemental bottles, we walked into a kitchen with counters black with ants. There had been a bad freeze the night before and they had decided our house was the perfect place to come calling.
We then discovered that they were in the living room coming up through the cracks in the hearth and two of the bedrooms and the main bathroom........
It felt like a nightmare.
Each of us, a crying baby in our hands, collapsed into a chair crying right along with those babies. Only to jump up again when we found ants on the chairs!
Now I have one of those spouses that is self-reliant to the death. Ask for help? No WAY. Let me ask for help? Huh.
That is why we had been alone with those screaming babies for 4 straight days. Plus I was just too worn out from birth, etc. to argue about it. (I dropped 50 #s between the day before their birth and the day after and the kids only weighed a total of 12#14 oz. And I now weighed 20# less than I had when I started the adventure.)
After a little while I pulled myself together, got up, and ignoring the ants, went to figure out what we had to eat for Christmas dinner.
Turkey hot dogs and buns. Frozen vegetables. That was it. And there wasn't a store for miles that was open.
I share this info with spouse who got very down and then made noises to the effect of "I can do it, I can do anything if I have to" and goes off to kitchen after dumping the second baby in my lap. I said I thought we should call someone and see if they could come watch the babies while we cleaned up.
No way.
Well I got mad at this refusal to ask for help when it was clearly needed. I knew it would be followed by pouting and self-pity and I was not going to put up with it this time. I decided I was going to at least ask for help. People can always say No.
So I got the phone and called one of my oldest, literally, friends. She had several adult children and a herd of grandchildren. I told her our troubles (well wept and sobbed really) and she said she would come over and give us a hand.
About an hour later she arrived along with a friend of hers who was a mother of 8 with I don't even know how many grandchildren. By then we had gotten the ants cleaned up in the kitchen and living room.
The grandmothers took the babies, sent us to bed and we collapsed for 7 blissful and oblivious hours.
When I came to again, I was appalled that I had let these two "seasoned" ladies handle things for so long. I went out to the living room to find two different people I barely knew rocking and feeding babies. Turns out the grandmothers had called various friends and mutual acquaintances and arranged for 2 hour shifts through Christmas Day covering something like 12 hours.
Gift doesn't really cover it.
And about that time another close friend arrived with the remains of their Christmas dinner - mostly Seafoam Salad which is this delicious dessert salad made with jello and cream cheese.
So our Christmas dinner was Turkey hot dogs. dressing and Seafoam Salad.
Every year we have Seafoam Salad at Christmas dinner.
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Alex! He came Christmas Eve morning. C-section and I had THE best Christmas in the hospital (good pain meds! ha), my doc brought in treats for the nurses who were in good moods, only me and 1 other lady on the floor. It was so quiet and relaxing, a real vacation. Not so much for my poor hubby, handling everything else with our 3-year old and extended family.
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favorite gift I gave...last year. My daughter was applying to colleges. Her number one choice was an incredible reach. She got acceptances from all the other schools but none for the program she wanted. She knew she might get accepted to her reach school but not the program and having received the other conditional acceptances was resigned to the fact she wasn't getting in. The acceptance came in 3 or 4 days before Christmas. I HAD to open it (I know bad mommy). She got in to the school and program. I screamed and kept the secret. I wrapped the letter in a box from Santa. Her reaction and the famiy's reaction was priceless...most expensive gift I ever gave too!
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Most memorable gift: I was raised very very poor in NYC. No pictures of me young, couldn't afford camera or photographer. I ate the noodles from soup my parents ate the broth. I got second hand everything from Salvation Army. I got one gift for Christmas and it was usually a pair or two of my very own brand new underwear. Dad landed a better paying job and we were in a store and I saw a coat that was beautiful (to me anyway). Mom asked if I wanted it and I said no we can't afford that!..That Christmas the coat was my gift. I cried a river of tears. Years went on and always 1 gift under the tree but they became bigger gifts, stereos (remember those) etc. But I will always remember that coat and that feeling.
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I thought I would bump this!:hug:
We all need a little Christmas joy!:hug:
I remember being 8 or 9 and my dear grandparents lived 2. 5 hours away.
It was Christmas eve and a HUGE snow storm had just came in.
My mama had made up her mind no matter what she was going to spend Christmas with her mama.
My dad had to stay home and begged my mom not to go but she didn't listen.
We all (7 of us) piled in to our old trusty station wagon and headed off. :eek2:
I remember being terrified. You could see the snow was so heavy.
We were seeing TRUCKS with four wheel drive in the ditchesand the whole time mama whispering, we'll make it.
We came to what Michigan version of a mountain and watched a truck slide back down.
Still my mama slammed on the gas and we headed up.
7 hours later got to Grandma's and we all rushed inside and hugged her tight.
There weren't any special presents under the tree that year.
There didn't need to be.
However I do recall my mama watching the news about all the cars in the ditch, but my mama sipping on coco said..... bunch of chumps, I made it.:rof:
We all need a little Christmas joy!:hug:
I remember being 8 or 9 and my dear grandparents lived 2. 5 hours away.
It was Christmas eve and a HUGE snow storm had just came in.
My mama had made up her mind no matter what she was going to spend Christmas with her mama.
My dad had to stay home and begged my mom not to go but she didn't listen.
We all (7 of us) piled in to our old trusty station wagon and headed off. :eek2:
I remember being terrified. You could see the snow was so heavy.
We were seeing TRUCKS with four wheel drive in the ditches
and the whole time mama whispering, we'll make it. We came to what Michigan version of a mountain and watched a truck slide back down.
Still my mama slammed on the gas and we headed up.
7 hours later got to Grandma's and we all rushed inside and hugged her tight.
There weren't any special presents under the tree that year.
There didn't need to be.
However I do recall my mama watching the news about all the cars in the ditch, but my mama sipping on coco said..... bunch of chumps, I made it.:rof:
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Most memorable would have to be when I was about 6-7 my brother would have been 7-8 and my little sister about 3. My brother woke up after hearing "Santa" saw a giant man in a mask at his door ( a life sized cut out poster of bat man) and came tearing into the "girls" room only to trip over my new bike from Santa and flip onto his back on top of my sisters new Tonka dump truck (that is what she wanted and we had lots of fun sitting on that thing riding it down the hill of our driveway). Woke my sister and I up we thought we were being attacked by the boogey man while he was laying on the floor screaming and crying so we were terrified. This all happened about 1 in the morning so of course both of my parents came running to see what was going on and by that point there was no way we were going back to bed for a while. "Santa" never put stuff in our rooms again after that Christmas, it was always under the tree.
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Too funny
Too funny
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Most memorable gift was a trip to Florida. Mom was a single mom, not getting child support, low paying job, 4 kids at home. She decided we were going to Florida for a week for Christmas in lieu of having gifts when I was about 7. We drove in a big old Oldsmobile, and camped in our tent at KOA campgrounds along the way. We took our 2 very large iguanas in a laundry basket to set free when we got there, but they perished in Georgia from the cold night. My mom got up Christmas morning and sprayed the picnic table with canned fake snow before we got up.
Funniest story-our dearly departed rescue dog Freckles decided that all trees were his including the one in the living room with the decorations and lights. Caught him hiking his leg on it, and was laughing so hard I could barely put him outside. It was one of only 2 times he peed inside after living outside most of his life before we got him.
Funniest story-our dearly departed rescue dog Freckles decided that all trees were his including the one in the living room with the decorations and lights. Caught him hiking his leg on it, and was laughing so hard I could barely put him outside. It was one of only 2 times he peed inside after living outside most of his life before we got him.
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OK, how about this one!
The worst gift!
So we were able to make it to my mother's party yesterday.
She gave all her grandkids bath body paint. THANKS MOM!:voodoo:
Grace has already tried to sneak that away into her bedroom.
She gave Grave a whole bunch of fingernail polish. Which she used.
She also gave Grace the cutest little princess cell phone.
Oh so cute! I NEVER thought about opening it.:redface:
So today I open the package for her and give her the cell phone.
Only to find it on the floor minutes latter and realize inside was glittery COLORED lip gloss.:shifty:
Grace came out of her room and:ywow:..............it looked like a fairy exploded on her face.:rof:
The worst gift!
So we were able to make it to my mother's party yesterday.
She gave all her grandkids bath body paint. THANKS MOM!:voodoo:
Grace has already tried to sneak that away into her bedroom.
She gave Grave a whole bunch of fingernail polish. Which she used.
She also gave Grace the cutest little princess cell phone.
Oh so cute! I NEVER thought about opening it.:redface:
So today I open the package for her and give her the cell phone.
Only to find it on the floor minutes latter and realize inside was glittery COLORED lip gloss.:shifty:
Grace came out of her room and:ywow:..............it looked like a fairy exploded on her face.:rof:
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Oh. no!!
Thanks, grandma!!
Xavier has a thing for nail polish...he found some in my car (fortunately my old car) and decorated it and his shoes for me.
THen I left the clear polish out after fixing a run in my stockings on my way out the door. He decorated his bean bag.
I try REALLY hard to keep it put away now.
Thanks, grandma!!
Xavier has a thing for nail polish...he found some in my car (fortunately my old car) and decorated it and his shoes for me.
THen I left the clear polish out after fixing a run in my stockings on my way out the door. He decorated his bean bag.
I try REALLY hard to keep it put away now.
