Wednesday, December 27, 2006


Guess what you get when you combine an adorable, scampish three year old with first time parents/grandparents/great-grandparents/aunts/uncles/great aunts/great uncles/great cousins? Witness the insanity that was my parents' living room. However, to be fair,they weren't all for Huckle.

In all, it went well. This is Huck's fourth Christmas, but last year was in another foster home, and the years before that he was too young to understand if there was or wasn't a Christmas, so for all intensive purposes, this was his "first" too. He unwrapped his presents first. We don't do a rotation in our family, we just all wanted to watch him.

We emerged unscathed, unless you count the two inch cut to the palm of my hand from when the kitchen knife slipped as I was slicing English muffins/poaching eggs/slicing avocados for Christmas brunch at our house. Multitasking on mimosas=bad.

This above photo shows Huck unwrapping the Rock and Ride Lucky my mom and dad climbed the produce aisle for -- Lucky is also the reason for the puke decorating our family room curtains. Huck loves this bouncy/rocky pony so much that we've had to put a moratorium on the bouncy-rocky unless he's got an emptyish stomach. My idea of a good morning does not include scraping omelet off the drapes.Huck was wired and wiped by the time we left my parents' house on Christmas Eve, and asleep in the car before we hit the highway. No time for "Twas the Night Before Christmas" this year, no sir, just a full-tilt run for the tree. (More on SD Three, btw)My family arrived around noon, and the first thing my mother said was, "What happened to your house?" Yes, there had been a toy explosion, fueled mostly by my mother herself.

Now I'm ankle-deep in Little People circus, preschool, and zoo pieces, Littlest Pet Shops, and remote control cars. I've been ignoring it as best I can as I learn to do a double crochet stitch. Yay merino wool on sale for $3 a skein. I'll figure this stuff out yet.


Amanda said...

Maerlowe --

Thanks much for the comment on my blog. I think much of BeBe's behavior is normal 3-year-old stuff taken to the nth degree because she's had NO structure in her life... I feel bad for the little thing, but unfortunately neither one of are in the position to quit our jobs to give her more attention, so daycare is my only option. I'm still looking for one that can provide the kind of supervision and support she needs.

I'm so with you on the sea of plastic BTW. No girls in my family so BeBe made out like the proverbial bandit... It looks like Fisher Price vomited on my house. LOL.

One more thing, I'm going to link to your blog. Hope that's OK with you!

Renee said...

Hi! Im a fellow foster-adopt mom, I found your blog via Amanda's (waves Hi to Amanda!) I just went back and read your archives so Im pretty well caught up, do you still have that "other" blog? mind if I visit there too?
Anyway Im Renee, partner to Shana and we have 3girls O(who I birthed) J and T whom we are in the process of adopting, and A who we are fostering. Maybe you've been to my blog?

nice to "meet" you :o)

QueenBee said...

I know just what you mean! I have a playroom that is a good sized room but still not enough for all the toys. Yikes! But it was the BEST Christmas ever, right? :D

Amanda said...

Two comments on one post? Huh?

Anyway, I am pretty sure that I emailed you in the past to get access to the private blog, but I can't figure it out. Can you add me again but use my gmail address, pretty please?