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We Had a Merry Christmas
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Jingle Bell!
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Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell,
Jingle all way!
Oh, fun!
Oh, ride!
Oh, foh!
HEY!
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Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell,
Jingle all way!
Oh, fun!
Oh, ride!
Oh, foh!
HEY!
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Let There Be Lights!
We spent this evening at Salem's Holiday Festival of Lights. It was in Keizer. Because, you know - why not? I will assume that the location explains the predominance of motorcycles and mac trucks, but that may just be wishful thinking.
Cael enjoyed the whole thing, especially, "Santa, the reindeer, the snowman and the bear." (Apparently Fred Bear is moonlighting at Capitol Toyota. He was neither car-dealershipish nor holidayish, but I suppose kids go for any sort of animal suit. That one was probably cheaper than Rudolph, and the Easter Bunny would have just been tacky.)
Finn spent the entire time chanting, "Marching band!" We're looking into getting him a sousaphone. Tubas and babies are an awesome combo, I'm sure of it.
We had a prime spot in the McDonald's parking lot. It was a roasty-toasty 30-odd degrees with sporatic showers. Unsurprisingly, Ryan's plan for next year involves a tent, a stove, a minivan, food and lights.
Add in a bathroom and he's got himself a deal.
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I don't know where he gets these things...
"Look at me, Mama! I tucked my shirt into my underwear so I can be Style Batman!"
In hisunderwear tool-belt: a square, a bell, a phone rattle, and Thomas the Train. Style Batman is prepared for anything.
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In his
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Tree Lighting
Cael has mentioned on numerous occasions that he really wants to pet Santa's reindeer. Being the deprived child he is, we completely ignored his request and did not do everything in our power to bring him to some real live reindeer.
Oh, wait.
Meet Dancer and Rudolph. In what was almost as anticlimactic as the ridiculously long wait to sit on Santa's lap that ended with Cael and Finn a good 3 feet from St. Nick and Cael whispering in Ryan's ear, "Tell him I want a robot," Cael didn't get to pet them. But he did get close enough to be offended by how "stinky!" they were.
And the childhood fantasies already begin to crumble.
But the boys got to hang with Dad, Mom and Uncle Marty while chewing on some soft pretzel bites, so it wasn't a total bust. I'd say they even enjoyed themselves.
And hey, photo op!
Christmas posts before Thanksgiving. You're welcome.
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Oh, wait.
Meet Dancer and Rudolph. In what was almost as anticlimactic as the ridiculously long wait to sit on Santa's lap that ended with Cael and Finn a good 3 feet from St. Nick and Cael whispering in Ryan's ear, "Tell him I want a robot," Cael didn't get to pet them. But he did get close enough to be offended by how "stinky!" they were.
And the childhood fantasies already begin to crumble.
But the boys got to hang with Dad, Mom and Uncle Marty while chewing on some soft pretzel bites, so it wasn't a total bust. I'd say they even enjoyed themselves.
And hey, photo op!
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Pregnant Chic
Because the zombie-ness, the whaleness and the constant waterworks in the grocery store (why so emotionally triggering, produce section?) weren't enough of an embarrassment, I now must be afflicted with an something called "Pelvic girdle pain." It couldn't be called something a little more palatable? Something clinical like "dislocatopia" or something more romantic like "Esmerelda's Hunch" perhaps?
Nevermind the fact that it is constant and increasing pain if I am either sitting, standing, walking or lying down. Nevermind that I am supposed to refrain from pushing, pulling, or lifting. Nevermind that by the end of the day I have to use my arms to work my legs. The most insulting part of this sadly unsympathetic and shamefully named affliction (besides the fact that it hit me so early in the process and will stay with me the rest of the way) is that one of the only recommended treatments for this particular ailment is:
I wonder if it comes with the unitard? I should be so lucky.
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Nevermind the fact that it is constant and increasing pain if I am either sitting, standing, walking or lying down. Nevermind that I am supposed to refrain from pushing, pulling, or lifting. Nevermind that by the end of the day I have to use my arms to work my legs. The most insulting part of this sadly unsympathetic and shamefully named affliction (besides the fact that it hit me so early in the process and will stay with me the rest of the way) is that one of the only recommended treatments for this particular ailment is:
I wonder if it comes with the unitard? I should be so lucky.
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Treat
Sir Knight and his King prepare to head off to preschool:
Cael's class is going to visit the adjacent retirement community for some trick-or-treating. Ryan's hoping to sneak in. He's such a sucker for candy.
ETA: Ryan reports that he dropped Cael off to a classroom full of princesses. Sir Knight be pimpin'.
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Cael's class is going to visit the adjacent retirement community for some trick-or-treating. Ryan's hoping to sneak in. He's such a sucker for candy.
ETA: Ryan reports that he dropped Cael off to a classroom full of princesses. Sir Knight be pimpin'.
