So, where was I... I feel like I've had oodles of things to share, lots of little notes jotted on paper or bookmarked in my mind, and yet absolutely no creative spark for blogging. Terrible shame, that. In the meantime I've permanently lost all the hilarious things Reese and Xander have been saying. Maybe they'll come back to me.
What we've been up to...
1) I went to the "Seasons Beatings" roller derby on Dec 6 with my girls Christy, Zoe, and Caroline, and OMG, why did nobody ever tell me how FREAKING AWESOME it is? I really want to be a jammer now. Which would require a significant amount of, oh, maybe learning how to roller skate. Seeing how I haven't been on wheels since the 6th grade or thereabouts, and all. I'm taking nominations for my derby name, though. Any suggestions?
2) Had 24-hour stomach flu on Dec 10. Oh, so fun. So, funny story - a friend was injured and taking super-pain-killing narcotics, and started throwing up, ostensibly from said heavy-duty drugs. The possibility of illness didn't even cross any of our minds. I was hanging with her son the next day, and he gave me a gooky kiss full on the lips, and by the next night I was SICK. I thought it was food poisoning (?) until Xander came down with it the next day and I heard the other family was all dropping like flies. Oh noes! Dan was MY HERO and took the day off to take care of the two of us. The rest of the family was, mercifully, spared.
The great thing about disgusting short-term illness is that you feel SO SO GOOD the next day when you wake up without any symptoms. Like conquer-the-planet kind of good. You even think of thanking the person who shared the germs with you for being so generous, because without those germs you'd have NO EARTHLY IDEA how GOOD you normally feel. So, thanks for that. And to everybody whom we may have infected: you're welcome.
3) We were all healthy by Saturday the 12th, which is great because we had plans with the Allen-Shorts to go end the lives of some poor trees and then use them as the centerpieces of our pagan winter festivities. Fab! No festival is complete without a little sacrifice, right? Not to mention ritual besmirching of the garments with poop-scented mud (pud), tractor processionals, and celebratory gorging upon fresh miniature Krispy Kreme donuts.
Oh, and bonus: we got to hang out with Adam's parents. It kindof feels like an honor to be introduced to friends' families, and I enjoyed meeting them.
4) We did NOT manage to find the location of Dan's partners' holiday party. We've been to that house at least once before, but it's in this part of Chesterfield where I swear all the neighborhood entrances look alike, especially in the dark, plus Google Maps gave us the WRONG ROAD NAME. I checked it again later, and the map actually put the same name on two consecutive streets, isn't that bizarre? So after driving all around and not finding the house, we bagged it, made a reservation at a restaurant (not finding parties is hungry work), and had a lovely date at a so-so restaurant (Bacchus on Main/Meadow, it doesn't suck but we don't recommend it). Which, incidentally, Google Maps ALSO totally mapped wrong, but fortunately I recognized it, because I knew where it was and just wanted a cross street. FYI, Google: Meadow and Main is not the same as Lombardy and West. Really not. I alerted my chum who works for Google and it appears to be fixed now.
5) We also did NOT drive 5-6 hours to Pennsylvania and then 5-6 hours back the same day for my grandmother's birthday party. Which, apparently, is not cool with some extended family members, who can bite me. There is also apparently a rumor circulating that we lie and say we're sick to get out of things. Yo, peeps, we didn't come because driving 10-12 hours in one day with kids (no, our plans / Dan's job didn't allow for an overnight) for a birthday party is CRAZY (and second-guessing me and telling me how to plan things is just as crazy). I don't love ANYBODY enough to subject my family to that. And if you'd like me to share my puke germs in the future (see Thanksgiving post), you can come share my dirty drinking glasses and change my toddler's diapers. The End.
6) I baked umpteen dozen cookies for the first grade bake sale at Mary Munford. I'm pretty sure when I was 18 years old, I never really saw my 34-year-old self trying to figure out what constitutes 50 cents' worth of spritz.
7) Attended the first grade winter concert on the 16th, and it was ADORABLE. The music direction was great and the kids all did a great job. I was surprised at how together they were with their singing and their gestures! Dan actually went twice, and the show was so good he enjoyed it both times. Now that's good. (Trust me here, I mean, I go to my kid's concerts because I love him and support him, but I have pathetically low expectations for how much actual *enjoyment* I'm going to get from the entertainment. This was really, really good, though.) Dan's first time was the Tuesday night at 7pm - I stayed home to tuck the little guys into bed. The first grade held another performance the next morning for the whole school and I took Reese and Xander to it (Reese wanted to stay home to see his brother sing, so sweet). Dan had a light hospital morning and came as backup so he could take brothers out if they got rammy, allowing me to actually see the whole show. Reese and Xander were transfixed and watched the whole show and then half of the video afterward, in which every first grader (about 100 kids) said "My name is ___ and my family's favorite thing to do in winter is _____". Griff said his family likes to catch snowflakes on their tongues, and the adults in the audience all went "awwwwww". That child, so precious, and I get to be his mama! I got all teary.
Two pics of the first graders below - first one is all four classes, each in a different color of tee shirt. The bottom one is just Griff's class in their yellow shirts. Griff is at the right end of the 2nd row. His girlfriend Mia is in the bottom row, yellow shirt and red scarf.
...and that's the highlights reel. Other than that, we're gearing up for Christmas, trying to get all kinds of projects done, wishing there were 10 more hours in every day (preferably with the kids asleep and us awake so we can get stuff done).