Merry Christmas!!!

Christmas Time!

Christmas is coming, my thighs are getting fat,
too many samples of this and of that.

Sugar overload, kids are bouncing off the walls,
climbing on the ceilings, and spinning down the halls.

Shopping is so crazy so many gifts to buy,
kids on best behavior, trying not to tell a lie.

The mistletoe is wilting, and growing something furry,
Dad's a last minuet shopper, buying presents in a hurry.

Mom is hiding presents, and threatening those who peek,
"All will be returned if you play hide and seek."

Stocking up on band aids from the wrapping that I'll do,
And plenty Coke a Cola, for late nights will help me too.

The fridge is overfilled with food enough to feed a crew,
Complete with christmas trimmings, and plenty of milk for you know who.

The little ones keep opening presents from underneath the tree,
“No, it’s still to early!” I say, then they open more when I can’t see.

Kids can hardly sleep still reeling from their high,
Picturing santas sleigh flying over in the sky.

Then begins the count down, always such a riot,
No, not till christmas, till we start the new years diet.

The Ever Shrinking Playground Swing

One of the things I loved most about recess as a kid, was the swings. I ran as fast as I could to beat the other kids at what seemed was "musical swings" -there were never quite enough swings to go around. I hopped into the seat, and pushed back as far as I could and then let myself go, pumping my legs with great pride. The goal was to be the "highest swinger" and on occasion, depending which swing you had, it was fun to touch the leaves of the trees with your feet or head. I remember feeling like there was no better feeling in the world then feeling that rush of wind in your face and fearing you might fall of the swing at any moment because you were so high. If you were maxed out on the height you could go, the swing would give a little jarr like you were going to fall, it never happened but it sure gave my stomach butterflies.

And if you were really brave, you would jump out of the swing when you were in mid air, and pray not to get hurt or worse, caught by the aide on the playground. That would for sure get you a time out on the wall, and it was always worth it too.

I revisited my old friend, the swing on the playground today. Though it wasn't the same one from my childhood, it still looked like it would do the job. Circumstances were also different today, I am not a small child any more and I actually had my 2 girls with me. As I sat upon the swing all kinds of memories flooded my mind. My youngest wanted to sit on my lap while I swung us. I agreed, afterall the aides at school never let us do that and I was an adult now, and it was my turn to make the decisions and I was choosing rebellion. I pulled her up on my lap and we began to descend down memory lane. Funny thing about memory lane, It usually never is how you remember it being. IT only took about 15 seconds and 3 pumps of my legs to realize that my arms weren't as strong as they must have been before, it was hard to hold onto the chain. Not only that, my hands hurt. Then there was the whole nausea thing. I felt so dizzy within seconds, and quickly learned that closing your eyes, does not help. It makes it worse. After toughing it out for several minuets, because my youngest was having a great time, my 6 year old informed me that "mom, your bum is supossed to sit on the swin part." I then informed her that my "Bum: was a little bigger then it used to be. I then procceded to casually,ask her if the swing hurt her bum at all. "No" she replied. "Oh, it hurts me." I responded. "Well, it doesn't hurt me because I"m skinnier then you." I must of looked pathetically hurt, because she quickly back pedaled " I mean, your just bigger then me." Not helping, -more pedaling " I mean your a mom" no matter how it was said, she was right I was bigger I was a "mom" now and all i could think of was abandoning the thing that once brought me so much joy. My hands hurt, my arms were tired, I was going to lose my lunch at any minuet, and my bum region hurt because I was too big. Stupid swing.

You better watch out!!

I can hardly believe that christams is upon us! And even more shocking, I am almost completely ready for it! Shopping is done, a tad bit more wrapping, goodies are made, decorations are up, the only thing missing here is the snow! The kids are sooo ready for Santa, Annie has already begun unwrapping some of her presents!

We will be home for christmas this year, kinda fun to wake up in your own house Christmas morning, it makes Bart and I feel like "Big Kids" although, I am quite sure we were considered "Big Kids" a long time ago. i don't really think Annie has any clue as to what is going on here this month, but I know she's enjoying taking down all my bulbs from the tree, and seeing the lights on the outside of the houses at night.

I just finished making my goodies to pass out to friends and neighbors last night. I'm sorry not everyone is around to hand them out to .So, so that you could enjoy them too, I took pictures. I really feel that it is the thought that counts. MERRY CHRISTMAS! ( and remember I'm saving you calories. )