An awesomely good song. And an awesomely bad music video.
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Boys

(So this is how I would decorate for a boys room. Although I am not so crazy about the sheep. But I like the white and brown. And I suppose there has to always be some sort of theme with a baby's room.)

Hello little blog. I have something I want to talk to you about.
Oh I know, I know. I already talked to you today. But I am kind of bored right now so I thought we could chat.
How about you listen and I talk? You know...what usually happens.

The topic today is: Baby boys.

So I went to a baby shower today for a friend. And she is having a boy.
It seems everyone I know is having a boy.
If you are pregnant right now, I can tell you what you are a having.
A boy.
How do I know that?
Well because everyone I know is having a boy.

Here's my thing with baby boys.
How are you supposed to dress them?
How are you supposed to decorate their rooms?
I know it is really, really silly. But these two things keep me from desiring a boy with all my heart.
I am sorry future son (hopefully, otherwise Don might have to take on another wife to produce a son, you know like Henry the VIII. But I don't think he would behead me like old Henry did) .
I am sure by the time you read this, these words will seem very silly. As soon as I gaze into your (brown?) eyes and stroke your (brown?) hair.
And marvel at your "distinguished" nose.
I am sure all thoughts of nurseries and clothes will go out the window.

But until then, I just have to say. Why must boy clothes be so dippy?
Here is my confusion:
Dress him like a fru fru (I guess he could get away with it, I mean he is a BABY after all)
Or dress him like a teenager? (I mean, he is a BABY after all...is that right? Should my BABY boy be looking like a Ambercrombie model?)
Or dress him like a sports star?
Or future zoologist?
I mean. What if he likes cooking?
Maybe they should make baby boy clothes with cooking paraphernalia.
That hasn't been gender stereotyped yet.
I do know French people like to cook though, right?
I digress.

And then nurseries.
Pick one:
Sports
Boats
Cars
Animals. But only certain animals. No flittery fluttery things like birds or butterflies.
Only boyish type animals like monkeys, giraffes, or elephants.
Or gender neutral: sheep. (who decided sheep were gender neutral?)

But perhaps this is the real reason I am scared to have a boy.
I am not into
sports, boats, cars, or boyish type animals.

But I guess I am into boys.
You know, when I was a teenager, I was VERY HAPPY women had baby boys.
Because they grow up.
And they get really cute.
And I really wanted one.
And I got myself one.

And hopefully, maybe one day, some 20 something girl will thank me for having a son.
Because. Boys are pretty awesome in their own special way.
Even if their clothes are dippy.

Chelsey met with Santa last night at a church party.
Afterwards she said:

Chelsey: I don't think Santa's real.

Do you think he's real?

Dad: Well, you've seen Polar Express haven't you?

Chelsey: Well he sounded different from last year. He's definitely not real.

I discovered that Chloe and I share a useful talent. Lucky you Chloe!

You can beat all your friends in underwater somersault races because you my friend, have the ability to plug your nose with your upper lip.

And you look really pretty in the process.

You sure won the genetic lottery!

Thanksgiving Reunion Part 3

The last day of the reunion was Park Day. We gathered together and ate pizza, played games, and tried to finish eating up all the leftovers. We were succesful. It was a beautiful day. Breezy and cool. It had been 80 degrees the past 2 days. So I was glad to finally feel some Thanksgivingish weather.

Mr. Don was put in charge of organizing games for the event. Don is the game man in the family.

Chloe ate all the junk food she could find. As usual. Is it bad that in comparison I counted the cheetos as real food....

This is Don's cousin Pat from Mexico. He is totally the coolest person ever.

And what would park day be without someone getting hurt. My nephew Tyler did something to his finger....
Luckily there was a doctor around. Turns out he broke some tendons and he gets to keep the funky finger forever. Unless he wants surgery or something like that. It will be a good conversation piece and will drive the ladies wild. I say keep it.

And what would a Mexican reunion be without a pinata. It said Happy Birthday on it, but oh well. Chloe's cousin almost identical in age was pretty stoked.

Not sure what Chloe's deal was. Must be that she is so dainty and well mannered and opposes violence in any fashion. Future PETA member in our midst.

And good thing there was MORE candy. Because Chloe had not ingested an even 10 pounds of it.

This is posed, by the way. Although very natural I must say.

And as quicly as it started the reunion was over and everyone headed back to where they came from. I must say I am a lucky girl to have married into such a fabulous family. It all ended too fast....

Well I decorated for Christmas yesterday. (Didn't I just put the decorations away? Time flies scarily fast)I guess Chloe didn't get the memo that this is a decorative Christmas village.

Dearest Santa,
I have been a very, very good girl this year.
I have brushed my teeth every morning. And even sometimes at night.
I have recycled a few things. And I have even washed some yogurt containers out when I recycle them.
I didn't even eat any pie on Thanksgiving.
I have been nice to my brother and sisters even when one sister in particular is not so nice to me and tells me things like, "That's it. I am never letting you take me out to eat again."

So you wouldn't mind getting me a 500 dollar vacuum would you? I know. What kind of a person wants a vacuum for Christmas? Well I do. I have had 2 vacuums in 4 and a half years and neither of them fluff my carpet like I'd like.

The Dyson "never loses suction."

And. It is yellow.

I realize it is a little pricey. But here is the good news. You will only have to put it down the chimney once. I hear these little babies last for the long haul.

I promise in the coming years to ask for smaller, more chimney friendly items.

Like diamonds.
Or tickets to exotic places.

Yours Truly Santa Dearest,
Melissa