Christmas Tender Mercies

So, to update ya'all... my car was found.  Unharmed and all things accounted for.  Granted, it was in Moab, but it will be back home soon and I could not be happier.  I cried last night when I hit my pillow for all the wonderful Christmas Miracles that I just am too much of a blockhead to see.  Little things that I miss during the rush around.

Oh, and by the way, Happy Anniversary to my sister, Teresa, who has been married 28 years and also Happy Anniversary to my other sister, Kari, who has been married 26 years.  I still don't know what the heck you guys were thinking putting Mom through 2 weddings in 3 years right at Christmas, but I am glad you did.  (This does not include the 26th which is my other sister's anniversary...)

So to all of you lacking the Christmas Spirit, here ya go.  From my new favorite holiday classic, Merry Madagascar.  Happy Julianuary!!!

Sunday and Monday and Christmas Disaster

Sunday was relatively fun.  We figured out the gingerbread recipe and decorated cookies in the morning. 

Can you see which one Aiden did?  Talented artiste, eh?

Good recipe.  Fun time decorating them.

Then, I needed to help play for Kari's ward - the traditional Hallelujah Chorus - and I walked out to my car, cello in tow... NO CAR!  Someone has stolen my car.  Yes, I live in the hood, but, CMON!!!  You see a stroller and a car seat in the backseat, you know I have a child.  CMON!!

So, bad news for me the week before Christmas.  Just bring me back my stroller and car seat, and music stand out of the back and have the car, Jerk.  But to soothe my troubled heart (and the fact that Uncle Chris had to leave for Saint George and will miss Christmas AND New years.... and had to leave 2 days earlier than expected.... and miss out on our fun pre-Christmas plans.... ARGGGGHHH), Uncle Chris took us to MacCools tonight. It is our favorite restaurant and they treat us great.  

We walked in and Mike, the manager, said, "Bad day?  I saw your facebook post.  I knew you would be in tonight."  He knows us so well.  We go there to celebrate, to laugh, to cry, to drown our sorrows in sweet, sweet potatoes and cheese.  

So, we sat down, Cameron (our usual waiter) said, "I have Aiden's dinner already going.  You want a Diet Coke and your regular?"  Ouch.  They know us REALLY too well.  (BTW - I didn't have the regular.  Mike made a special "off the menu" tuna casserole that was divine...)

When we got home, Mister started getting naughty because he was tired.  He took one of the ornaments off the tree, unwrapped it and proceeded to break up the styrofoam into very small pieces and say "THNOW!"  (Which means SNOW!)  Now who can't just let him have fun? 

That's why they invented vacuums.

Ho! Ho! Ho!  Happy Freaking Holidays!  

(Remember that saying, Charlee?!  Three years ago... Stacie?   Bad weather?  Canoe oars were involved somehow?)