Archive | December, 2007

Happy New Year

31 Dec

Just back from a divine weekend at Kirkwood Mountain Resort, where we holed up in an extremely charming condo and enjoyed fresh snow both days.  It will be a quiet celebration of the new year for us tonight, so I hope some of you will party it up on our behalf.

Here are a few pics from the weekend.

 I entitle this one, “I’m too sexy for the snow…”

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Little Miss and a wall of snow.  But this isn’t “The Wall”, as Kirkwood enthusiasts would know…

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Do you people get sick of my ski vista pics?  Sorry, but I’m often struck by the beauty surrounding me, so here you go.

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Time for a Talk

28 Dec

I think it’s time to talk to Elmo about the birds and the bees, because he seems to be reproducing at an alarming rate, putting rabbits to shame.

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That’s right, we are the “proud” owners of FIVE Elmo dolls. Is it any wonder my kid has an Elmo obsession?!

Note to my Mom:  she likes the two you gave her the best!

This Past Week is a Blur

26 Dec

I feel like we packed about 3 weeks worth of activity into the past week.  It has been strange today to return to the office, where 90% of people are off on vacation.  So here is the download on what we’ve been up to:

Friday:  Little Miss and I hung out with my parents for the day, dinner with my brother’s family, but my brother was missing because he got his snowmobile stuck and was trapped in the forrest until about 11pm.  We were all imagining him hunkering down in a snow cave and losing some fingers/toes, but luckily he made it out safely.

Saturday:  My parents watched Little Miss as JB and I went skiing at Kirkwood.  We met my brother and his family up there.  JB, who was in charge of packing our equipment as I made us lunches, was so focused on which pair of skis he wanted to bring that we managed to arrive at the ski resort with two pairs of skis for JB and NONE for me.  I had intended to use my new powder skis.  Luckily, my SIL let me borrow a pair of her rock skis, and considering the insane amount of rocks I hit that day, I am thankful that my powder skis did not get marred.

Sunday: Little Miss and I joined my other brother’s family and my parents on a sledding outing.  We tried to find a sledding spot without lots of people, which meant trekking through snow as deep as my thighs whilst holding a petrified Little Miss and her sled.  After about 40 minutes, we found a spot that was well packed, and Little Miss got in a few good sled rides (on a tethered sled with me pulling her). 

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That night, we all went bowling.  It was a bit of toddler torture, as there were BALLS everywhere, yet she wasn’t allowed to play with them.  I was shocked when she actually picked up an 8 lb ball and dropped it on the floor (thankfully missing her feet).  Towards the end of the night, I decided to help her do one attempt at bowling.  We went up to the end of the lane, and I encouraged her to “push” the ball.  She did so, with my help, and away went the ball.  Next thing I know, Little Miss is running down the lane after the ball.  My immediate instinct was to run after her, which is when I quickly learned that the lanes are oiled and extremely slick.  Within a split second, Little Miss fell on her back, and I fell backwards onto my elbow, sliding into her.  It was like a scene out of a cartoon, except for the fact that it hurt like heck and she was screaming her head off.  Here I am carrying her on my knees back to safety, as I knew I’d fall on my rear again if I tried to stand up.

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Monday:  We actually didn’t do much besides visit with family and laundry.  That night, Christmas Eve, we went out to dinner with the family.  Dinner at a restaurant with three toddlers is always an adventure, and my toddler proved to be the most challenging that night.  After Little Miss went to bed, JB and I spent about 1.5 hours assembling her gift — a spring horse.

Tuesday:  Merry Christmas!  Little Miss loves her spring horse, which she seems to be calling Pacey for some reason. 

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Mom and I spent most of the day cooking, and that night, we hosted dinner for 13 family members.  There were 8 adults and 5 little people under the age of six.  It was a fun form of chaos in my house, and we had a blast watching the cousins unwrapping their gifts and playing with all of the toys.  Little Miss spent a lot of time with her 3 year old boy cousin, with whom she was dancing while holding hands and rocking with in our recliner.  My brother’s family and their dog spent the night.

This morning, I was in denial, but was thrust back into our routine as I took Little Miss to daycare and got myself to work.  It has been a quiet day, which makes for a relaxed working environment.

That’s all for now.  Here are pics from the past week.  I fought with Slide.com way too long for this show.  It managed to delete my captions multiple times, so I gave up and here is the show sans captions.

Pump Up The Volume

20 Dec

It snowed last night.  It only snowed a little, and it’s all melted off in the valley right now.  But at the gym today, there were people working out in their snow boots and wearing stocking hats.

And to those people, I just have to say YOU ARE NOT WORKING OUT HARD ENOUGH.  The gym is 70 degrees inside year round.  Working out in outdoor winter gear is just plain stupid.

That’s all.

Santa’s Retweet Anyone?

17 Dec

I had to come back to work so that I could get some rest, as I have been a regular Suzy Homemaker this weekend.  This weekend, I:

  • Did 7 loads of laundry
  • Grocery shopping
  • Baked 2 loaves of pumpkin bread
  • Baked 2 loaves of cranberry bread
  • Baked 1 batch of chocolate chip cookies
  • Whipped up a batch of fudge
  • Made two dinners last night – chili for us and chicken nuggets (from scratch with broccoli puree) for Little Miss, which she outright REFUSED to eat.  Grrrr…

Need I say that the house smells divine?!

On Saturday night, we went to JB’s company party, where the ‘entertainment’ was a White Elephant gift exchange.  I am not a fan of these exchanges, as you always seem to come home with something you don’t want, and Saturday night was no exception.  But the way it went down was humorous.

JB decided to buy a nice $20 bottle of wine for the exchange, as the limit was $20.  He then decided that his goal was to get his own gift back in the exchange.  It got picked, and he enacted the ‘stealing’ rule, and went over and stole it back from someone.  I was laughing so hard at him.  And then he decided to be all coy and placed the bottle of wine behind his chair on the floor.  You could tell he thought he was scott free.

Until about 20 minutes later, when this woman sniffed out the bottle of wine like a blood hound and stole it right out from under him.  So JB went up to pick out an unopened gift, and took an inordinate amount of time shaking different packages, trying to find one with alcohol.

And what he ended up with was a frufy ceramic Santa cookie jar, aptly branded ‘Santa’s Retweet’.

I almost fell out of my chair when he opened that, as it was really funny to see the man lose a good bottle of wine for a ceramic cookie jar.  We spent the rest of the night trying to convince people to swap gifts with us, but everyone just laughed.  We came home with that darn cookie jar.

I told JB that I could take it to my work and put it in the common room with a sign that says ‘free to a good home’, but he grumpily said that he will save it to re-gift next year.  But he was really peeved that he ‘has to waste garage space’ on that ceramic Santa.

The plan was foiled, but it sure gave me a lot of enjoyment to watch — it was like someone was taking candy from a toddler.

A Prize For Daddy

14 Dec

Little Miss is always presenting JB and I with tiny treasures she finds, such as a piece of lint or a hair that she has found on the floor.  Tonight, she walked up to JB, and handed him something.  He took it, and then started to inquire what it was.  It almost looked like a grain of rice.

He sniffed it.

And sniffed.

“I smell poop,” he said.

I grabbed her hand, and it was covered in poop.  Evidently, she had put her hand down her dirty diaper, and felt the need to share it with Daddy.

I can’t tell you how hard I laughed as I remembered JB unknowingly taking the piece of poop from her and then sniffing it not once but twice.

As I was changing her diaper and cleaning her up, she learned a new phrase:  “stinky poo-poo”.

I’m Famous

14 Dec

You know that when I say that I’m famous, it is with the utmost sarcasm.  But I’m the featured Mom of the day on RenoTahoeMoms.com.  Check it out!