There's simply no way to tell about all the fun things I've done so far this Christmas season. And this weekend is New Years, so the fun keeps a-rollin'; please stay tuned. (Seriously, how'd I get so lucky? It's been stinkin' fun and we're just getting started!)
What follows is the highlights of the holidays for the Smiths thus far:
mama and i decide to start a crime-fighting duo!
with great power comes great responsibility. we take our crime-fighting very seriously.
don't worry, we are mild-mannered by day
On Christmas Eve WE CRASH A PARTY. I showed up in a pretty party dress carrying two bottles of champagne and a meekly asked Mayor Joe Swann if I could crash his party. He said I could and a lady told me I looked cute like Sarah Jessica Parker from Sex in the City in my pretty party dress and toting champagne. Obviously, the evening got off to a good start.
mayor swann offers me a glass of champagne out of this ginormous bottle
if becky swann was annoyed we crashed her party, she sure didn't show it! mr. smith and becky share a hug on christmas eve.
amanda gets in the ginormous bottle of champagne action
and she manages well!
A Womac montage, if you please....
emily and amanda womac
the entire womac clan
the womac women
A Smith montage...
mr. smith and me
me and amanda lookin' good... look, i'm doing the heel-pop thing even...
Next, OH BOY! Christmas Day! Mr. Smith got me the nicest present - a new iPod shuffle to take running with me! I named her Pinky Tuskederno, and she's just the bee's knees. After we exchanged our gifts we went to The Venable Casa to enjoy family hour.
That's when things turned south.
(NOTE: this contains a "There's no Santa" spoiler alert)
Growing up, I think I was one of the last die-hard Santa Faithful through elementary school. I couldn't tell you how old I was, but I distinctly remember it being Christmas Eve and me describing in excruciating detail to my mother about the Barbie Doll Dreamhouse Santa was going to bring me the next day. Mama cleared her throat a few times during this soliloquy and mentioned that Santa may not bring a Barbie Doll Dreamhouse to me on Christmas morning, but I kept assuring her he would because I had very specifically asked him for a Barbie Doll Dreamhouse.
What's a mother to do?
I know! Call in older and wiser big brother and make him spill the beans!
Which he does.
Um... I didn't get a Barbie Doll Dreamhouse that year. Or any year thereafter. It has been comedy gold though on occasion to end a conversations with, "well, I never got a Barbie Doll Dreamhouse and you made Clay tell me there was no Santa on Christmas Eve."
So please imagine my surprise on Friday when Beloved Lucy unwrapped THIS:
barbie. frickin'. doll. dreamhouse. yeah. looks like i got served for christmas.
It may say it's for Calico Bunnies or whatnot, but we all know the truth. Looks like a case of the cold shoulder if I've ever seen one. OR... GASP. It's the naughty list, isn't it? I HAVE been naughty, it's clear to me now! Sigh... I'll work on the nice list for next year, I PROMISE!!
this picture really cracks me up. look, you can totally tell i'm sassing my mother about not getting a barbie doll dreamhouse while assembling lucy's bunny doll dreamhouse. ooooh, it's really making me laugh....
i don't think barbie doll dreamhouses are this complicated... too bad lucy didn't get a barbie doll dreamhouse... we'd be done by now...
ah who am i kidding... clay and i have fun with the bunny doll dreamhouse!
i got lucy a pink indian headdress!
dipsey liked it too! (he likes pink)
then he fell asleep
Then, we went over to the Mowrer's. I didn't take any pictures. Probably for the best.
Holidays also mean guests in town!
kathy and ki give kevin a christmas smoocharoo
heather does something to my husband - i have no idea what. can't tell if he likes it or not...
me and matt jordan. we make it look easy, don't we?
Today, Mr. Loki "Agoraphobic" Smith left the house for the first time in SIX YEARS. We went to the vet! He did so good, I took him for a Starbucks on the way home.
he was not interested in the venti non-fat toffee nut latte i bought him for good behavior so i drank it
i made this pie from a PUMPKIN.
Bringing it down for just a minute - tomorrow, the Santas go back in the attic. I HATE IT. Before they take their final bow for the year, allow me introduce me to the newest member. My Auntie Suzy gave me:
"up, up and away" claus! i'm going to have to find a way to suspend him for next year! that gives me ten whole months to figure it out!
As you may imagine, tomorrow will stink. I hate taking down Christmas about as much as you can dread a chore. It's worse than ironing or dusting. To top it off, I'm waiting for the plumber and the Salvation Army to show up and do stuff around the house - not. fun. But oh well. New Year's Eve is coming up and the Smiths and the Mowrers have our holiday tradition in the works and I have that to look forward to! YEA!!! Talk to you all in the New Year!!
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