Memorial Day 2011 {Photo Post}

We had a fun Memorial Day. I took Nellie swimming (which she liked once she trusted me enough not to drop her in the pool) and we ended the day with a cookout with ten of our good friends..

And also four toddlers (ages 13-18 months), one six month old, a four year old, and a partridge in a pear tree.

Yes, we’re insane. Here are a few pictures from the cookout.

And then I went crazy, and decided to try and get a picture of all the children together.


We had a really great time despite the crazy heat and general chaos. See those little small pebbles? Yeah, Nellie was hellbent on eating those things and she even tried to get her friends to eat them. I actually caught her putting one in her friend Bella’s mouth. My kid’s a Rock Pusher.

We welcomed summer with a big, toddler-y hurrah. Bring on the sunshine!

Turkey Day

Today was Nellie’s very 1st Thanksgiving “on the outside”. This time last year I was massive with baby. I remember being so excited to eat my brains out, only to find that I was so pregnant there just wasn’t that much room in my belly!

This year, our 10 month old decided to boycott a morning nap. She toughed it out, though she wasn’t really interested in sampling any Thanksgiving cuisine.

Our tree is up, I baked some Christmas cookies (they’re not the best thing ever. I think I need more practice) and we’re about to settle in for our annual viewing of the Best Christmas Movie Ever: National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation! Pics will be coming of our holiday decor soon, so stay tuned. To everyone to celebrates, Happy Thanksgiving and to my friends in other countries, it’s almost Friday. Yay!

Christmas Rabies

I’ve been possessed.

I’ve been possessed by the Holiday Spirit. It’s taken ahold of me, and I am pretty sure that I need an old priest, and a young priest.

I’ve always really enjoyed the holidays, the Christmas season in particular. For me, it’s never been about the religious aspect of the holiday because I’m not a Christian. For me it’s about childhood memories, decorating the tree, family, food, music.. The feeling in the air of excitement, the lights, the snow…. Well, not so much the snow anymore since I live in the South but you get the idea.

I mentioned in a previous post that I never, under any circumstance, decorate before Thanksgiving nor do I listen to Christmas music. For the past few years, I’ve kicked off the holiday festivities by decorating the tree the evening of Thanksgiving after we’ve come home, and watching National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation. I will not watch the movie during any other time of year. Just hearing the opening credits puts a smile on my face.

I don’t know if it’s because this is my first year as a mother and I want to make the holiday season as special to me as it is to my daughter but I’ve been chomping at the bit for Christmas to get here ever since seeing adorable Christmas piggy banks at Target back in October. I salivate at the thought of cutesy little snowman knickknacks perched upon my counters. I squeal at the sight of decorative hand towels for my kitchen (which I’ve already forbidden anyone from actually using). I think I’ve come down with Christmas Rabies. There’s practically red and green foam frothing from my mouth whenever I set foot in Target (Christmas Rabies is different than normal rabies.. You don’t need any shots in the stomach, and really the only side effect is that you smell like candy canes and hear nothing but Christmas music playing in your head for a month straight).

I’ve already broken my own rules about decorating and today? I caved in to pressure and listened to the Christmas station on the radio that’s been live since right after Halloween. I heard my favorite Christmas song, “Happy XMas (War is Over)” by John Lennon and I just said screw it and blasted the radio and sang along.

I know I should respect the bird and all, and I will do plenty of respecting tomorrow when I’m gobbling it down (gobbling it down.. get it?) but I just can’t help it. Christmas Rabies have infected me, and I’m seeing the world through red-and-green-tinted glasses.

Hallelujah, Holy Shit!
Where’s the Tylenol?