We were home bound this year as I'm back to work part time and waiting on my Holiday birth. It was a good thing, it forced us to come up with our own traditions. The ones the girls will talk about when they are older, "Why did we eat Chinese food on Christmas Eve and then go home to open presents??!!" Because that's what good Jewtherans do girls.
We had our 2nd Annual Gingerbread House creation party with the Norweeds (true name not revealed to protect the innocent). Don't be fooled by the father taking the picture, nor the father "helping" apply candies. They spent the majority of the evening playing pan in the basement. But they were smart enough to bring two bottles of champagne for the mommas, so by the time the first bottle was gone... we didn't even realize the children were slathering themselves in frosting and applying candy to their faces, let alone the fact that the daddy's were absent... but I digress.
Lucy is a big chubby bucket of drool. We're expecting teeth soon, because it just can't possibly keep up at this rate. Shirts are soaked within minutes, bibs are for suckers, and if we let her go naked with just a diaper we don't even have to give her a bath that day!
Lucy fell asleep on Michael. He stayed like this for probably 30 minutes before he decided to put her somewhere else.
So all the Floridians and Atlantites(?) are wondering how we midwesterners do this snow thing. Let me tell you, I've lived in the midwest all my life and there is a distinct difference between everyday snow and blizzard snow. First of all, I've only experienced a real blizzard once since I've lived in MN. That was the infamous Halloween blizzard of 91', where the drifts were so tall I had to really high step it in my Dorothy costume. I was a North Dakotan though - so I didn't know what all this fuss was about. Because we had blizzards like that every year, multiple times in North Dakota growing up*.
We survived this blizzard, as the second of my experience in MN to reach ND proportions and we only briefly considered eating the children's toes, having not gone to the grocery store before the big storm.
Here's Michael on his way out to "shovel".
Here's the drifts on our porch. Lilly used for scale purposes.
For you baby junkies... I give you totally unrelated baby pictures to drool over.
So Lucy is giant and chubby and has quite delicious toes and thighs. I know, you non-kid people thing its crazy when people talk about eating their succulent children, but I can't help it. You just want to nibble on them when they get to be this age.
On a slightly un-related note. Lilly was sick of growing. Sick of her growing tresses that is. So she took it upon herself (as so many do, I'm told) to chop her glorious curly locks. I'm heartbroken, and I know its silly, but her hair is (was) just so amazingly beautiful. Its my own vanity I know.
Lilly's hair that she cut herself... a full quart size bag, that I plan to mail to her when her daughter does the same thing with a message that says "nee ner nee ner"
post personal haircut
post professional haircut