Sprinkle on the lawn at night,
The moon will make it sparkle bright.
As Santa's reindeer fly and roam,
This will guide them to your home.
Georgia and Brody made sure that the reindeer would not miss the landing strip they made in Aunt Zannah and Uncle Matt's backyard.
The kids made sugar cookies with Honey and had a good time smearing frosting and sprinkling sugar. Georgia definitely had the hang of it, although more frosting was being tasted by Brody than what was going on his cookies.
Here is our first snowman since moving here. Last winter, no one really wanted to make one with me, so we didn't have one. Mother Nature dumped about 8 inches on our house last night, and then saw to it to drift it into 12 inch banks in strategic locations. I loved snow as a kid, but then I never had to shovel it. Oh well, I don't have to feel guilty about not going to Body Pump today, my arms are burning! So anyway, after Chris came out to relieve me from shoveling duties, I decided to make a snowman. I was really tired and no one helped (again!), so he is a shorty--maybe 3o inches tall.
The group of mommies that I hang out with had our 2nd annual holiday party/ornament exchange. tonight. It may sound boring, but it is an excuse to eat, get in the spirit, drink a few (or more) spirits, gossip, and talk about things that we can't around our kids. With this mix of fifteen or so gals, the conversation is always good, usually takes a turn towards the strange, and is definitely not G-rated. I have a ton of fun around these chicks and am very happy that I stumbled upon this group upon our move to Illinois.
Nancy, this year's hostess, made some awesome White Chocolate Peppermint Martinis. Of course, they had another name, but I don't remember it because I had several. It was the kind of drink that is so smooth going down, it doesn't hit you until after the second or third one.
Nancy's Peppermint Martinis
1 oz Schmirnoff vanilla vodka
1/2 oz peppermint schnapps
1/2 oz Godiva white chocolate liqueur
Combine all with ice in a martini shaker, strain and pour into glass. Garnish with a peppermint stick.
Of course the weather blew in tons of snow that had not really come all day as predicted. So at 1am, we trooped out in our high heels (some of us dummies--including yours truly) to scrape off /dig out our cars. What a buzz kill!
Dori, Amy and Trish.
Snow Pit Crew
I love the Christmas season, but dread hearing Christmas music, now that I have kids. They don't like the traditional standards, so no White Christmas or I'll Be Home For Christmas or Silent Night. They opt instead for Frosty, Rudolph, Jingle Bells, and Santa Claus is Coming to Town. And we must hear them over and over and over for maximum enjoyment. The only compromise is Brody's favorite again this year, which is Little Saint Nick by the Beach Boys. It's catchy, but not something you would expect a kid to pick with all the annoying seasonal songs out there.
Which brings me to my point. Brody is learning to sing and Georgia often helps him fill in the gaps when he forgets words. But the words are often not the correct ones which makes for some semi-silent parental snickering in the front seat. Today, I distinctly heard Georgia continually humming Carol of the Bells, which I personally do not like because of a junior high band instructor and the chimes, but that is a different story. As she hummed on, she kept garbling some words in the middle instead of saying the actual lyrics of merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas. I asked her what she was singing and so she sang "Give a, give a, give a, give a Garmin." It didn't register for a while, until I realized she had seen the commercial for the Garmin GPS. Christmas commercialism at its best.
The kids had a good time at the club for Breakfast With Santa. This was the first year, Georgia has ever approached Santa to sit on his lap. They took a picture of her for an ornament, but I forgot to snap one myself. I will try to scan it in. Brody stood in line, but chickened out at the last minute.
