Look Who's Six

When your birthday is December 27th it sort of sneaks up on you. Never to be pushed aside because of it's proximity to Christmas we celebrated our girl in a big way on her special day. First was gift opening with Papa and Grandma Feske, then pancakes with sprinkles at Perkins, and then the best part of the day - playing at Tropics waterpark at the Shoreview Community Center.
I can't tell you how PROUD I am of Cecelia. She is a good listener, an outstanding helper, and just an overall wonderful kid. She does what she's told, she doesn't talk back, and she is almost always well mannered and well behaved. What more could a Mom ask for??

Happy Birthday big kid!

(and for more pictures, click here)

Merry Christmas Everybody!

Speaking of Christmas Cards

I was serious in that last post, in case you were wondering. I really am not sending out cards this year. It's for no other reason than the fact that I just plain ran out of time. Oh well. There's always next year.

I was over hearing a conversation today about people who send out Christmas letters and if the recipient really cares about them. I personally do not send out a letter, but I love getting them. I totally understand why people do it. It's a good way to let loved ones know what's going on in your life when you don't really have the time to update them throughout the year.
I guess the only thing that bugs me (and it really bugs me) is when there are typos or poor grammer or wierd wording. Now, I get that I probably have quite a few issues with this blog - but I'm also not sending it out to over 100 people to read and I write in it all the time. If you're going to send out one letter all year - please have someone proof read it. Just saying.
Another thing that bugs people is when the letter is a brag fest about their life. For example: "and little Johnny is the smartest kid on the planet - we're so proud!"
Like I said, I love getting the letters and I don't really look in to them too much in that way.

What are your thoughts on this topic?

My Christmas Card

What you're looking at is my 2009 Christmas card.

I'm sorry.

We took the girls to see the 8th floor at Macy's on Saturday. It didn't take as long as we thought it would so we walked almost every skyway there is downtown. We went through the Target Center, looked at the new Twins stadium (that's Bill's company is building) and ended up at Block E at Gameworks.

The girls LOVED the 8th floor - even though it was the same as last year (lame, Macy's, totally lame) and, of course, were very excited to see Santa and give their requests.

We ate at the Oak Grill with my aunt, uncle and cousins and had our annual popovers and holiday cocktail with dinner. It's a tradition.

Hope you all had a fun weekend too!

I Hate the Cold

I hate the cold, I hate the cold, I hate the cold, I hate the cold, I hate the cold.

I will, somehow, get through this winter, but if it's my last MN winter you won't hear me complain.

I hate the cold.

Pretty Blog

I tried as much as I could do decorate my blog - and this is as far as free would get me.

Guess who's in the picture in the header?

Who's in my belly?

Can't We All Get Along?

Oh sure, they look like friends here, but I assure you that the love is fleeting. I swear I do not remember fighting with my brother the way Cecelia and Delaney fight with eachother. It is pretty much non-stop. Most the time Cecelia is trying to help and Delaney is freaking out about it. Cecelia doesn't know when to leave well enough alone - and Delaney hits her. Or, Delaney is bugging Cecelia and Cecelia asks her to stop and then she doesn't and then Cecelia hits her.

And the best part is when I go to reprimand one child I have to talk through the defense that it was her sister's fault. I am so sick of them fighting.

Where is Laila through all of this, you ask? Oh, just climbing to the top bunk of Cecelia's bed, or climbing on the chairs to get to the top of the kitchen table, or standing on the top of the dollhouse or standing in the kid's plastic shopping cart. Basically, making her best attempt to end her life as we know it.

What's the deal, man?