Sunday, December 23, 2007

Twas the Night before Christmas

Twas the Night Before Christmas













Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
The adults were all stirring, especially the spouse;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that Sarah wouldn't sneak down the stair;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of pricey toys danced through their heads;

With I in my PJ's and Scott oh so tired
We settled down to "some assembly required";

When out on the lawn their arose such a clatter
We sprang from assembling to see what was the matter;

The moon on the breast of the drought stricken grass
Showed a plastic Santa who'd fallen down on his...bum;

When what to our wondering eyes should appear
But a generous neighbor sharing with us a beer;

With a twist of his wrist, so lively and quick,
We knew in a moment this might do the trick;

More rapid then eagles the box of tools came
As we whistled, and shouted and called them by name;

Now, Scissors! Now, pliers! Now nails and a screw!
On, rivet! On drill bit!, On epoxy and glue!

To affix Part A to Part B makes the side wall!
Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!

A wink of Scott's eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

We spoke not a word, but kept right at our work,
We finished toy assembly; then turned with a jerk,

And giving a toast as we finished our brew,
We happily deemed our job to be through;

As we climbed into bed, outside was a jingle,
Could it be Santa or maybe Chris Kringle?

We heard him exclaim, even if he wasn't in sight,
Happy Christmas to all and to all a Good Night!

Lots of Love and Merry Christmas!

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

How Many Days Until Christmas

Rant of the Week
The holidays are upon us. Even if I missed the carols playing on the radio, the decorations up at the neighbors, and the incessant messaging to spend, spend, spend (which we are doing well), I would have still known it was the holiday season. That is because at least 20 times a day Sarah asks, "how many more days until Santa and presents?" Yes, we are doing a good job of instilling the true meaning of Christmas in her.

I have tried the limit the "how many days" interrogation with an advent calendar. However, according to ours there are only 6 more days until Christmas, because Sarah has convinced me that she and Jaley each need to open up one per day. And then I have tried the chalkboard count down. Sarah just erases it and changes to what she wants it to say - one day left. I have tried to ignore the questions, but Sarah just thinks I'm not listening and asks louder. So therefore, I have answered precisely 9 times today that there 13 more days until Christmas.

To give credit where credit is due. Sarah knows when enough is enough. She realizes there are times when I simply can't answer the question of "how many more days until Santa" again. That is when she starts in with the "How many more days until Easter?" (102 days) and "How many more days until Halloween?" (323 days).

Life in the Stroller Lane
So here I am writing about Christmas, but I just saw that my last installment was about Halloween. I guess I am a bit (a lot) behind. To sum it up, November was a blur. The highlight was our trip down to Florida to see Mimi and Poppa for Thanksgiving. Emily was able to sneak down for a visit too. We also spent some time in Orlando seeing Grandpa Perry. The weather was 85 degrees and perfect - so the girls spent most of the week in the pool. I ran a 5K on Thanksgiving morning, but that didn't even put a dent in all of the extra food I ate. I indulged in all things yummy all week.

After our vacation, it was back to the grindstone. Scott spent a week in California for work and then continued on to Austin to attend his cousin Baker's wedding. From the stories and the pictures it was a beautiful affair. And, best of all, Baker's wife, Kate, is a wonderful addition to the Harrell family. Plus rumor has it, she can keep Baker in line. That is just the type of women these Harrell men need.

The day after Scott returned, I flew back to Orlando. I helped my dad move into a senior community. It was a lot of work, but we packed, moved, and unpacked everything in just three days. As for his new place, I want to move in. It is like camp for grown ups. No cooking or cleaning, it's included. Plus there are tons of activities. From Poker on Friday nights to a dinner club to guest lecturers - they have it all.

In between our travels, we have been doing all of the regular Christmas craziness. Now with just 13 days to go, I am trying to close out all of the loose ends. Shirley and Tom are arriving next Thursday and we have lots of fun things planned for their visit.

As for the girls, they are great. Jaley is a hoot. As of recent, she is all about shoes. Imelda Marcos has nothing on her. Every morning Jaley picks out her shoes. If I try to sneak her into a different pair (ones that actually match), she has quite a tantrum. She stomps around, she screams, she throws things, and then she proceeds to get the shoes she does want. I figure there are bigger battles to fight, so at 16 months, Jaley is now in control of her shoe-destiny. Let's just hope that she doesn't find out about Jimmy Choo, our bank account can't handle it.

That is life from the stroller lane. Lots of love.