Quote Monday prepares for Christmas

Evie: “After mose and geez, it’s always us.”
Me: “…?”
Evie: “Moses, Jesus…”

Me: “We have to go to [a local church], because someone very special is going to be in the Christmas play.”
Evie: “Jesus??”

We’ve been listening to a lot of Christmas music on the radio lately. I’m not sure Evie entirely understands how the radio works.

Sara: “Uh oh, we left your radio on all night!”
Evie: “Well, not all night.”
Sara: “Yeah, all night.”
Evie: “But, didn’t they go home for the night?”

Evie: “Don’t the people at the radio station get tired when they’re singing all those songs?”
Me: “No, they record it once and play it many times.”
Evie: “Yeah, but don’t their throats get sore? From all the singing?”

A Very Red-Neck Christmas

In which we try to answer the age old question: does Santa’s neck mach his suit?

After purchasing our land, we apparently weren’t quite ready to return to the Big City, so we decided to stop and see Santa. At the Bass Pro Shop.

Now, you might be thinking that the Bass Pro Shop is a strange place to go see Santa. However, there were a few major advantages:

  1. Conveniently located off the highway (important when we usually have to go pretty far out of our way, a.k.a. the suburbs, to see him)
  2. Much smaller lines than we have experienced at various malls
  3. They give you a free picture (because they’re trying to draw you into their shop, making money on you in other ways than directly on Santa)
  4. Commercial Santas are WAY better than crazy-Frank dressing up in his homemade Santa suit (in other words, a big upgrade from what we saw last year)
  5. They had some awesome decorations

The combination of #4 and #5 really improves the quality of the pictures. Santa was very authentic. And even though you can’t see the animatronic elves in the picture, I never had an actual reindeer in the background before (you really can’t tell it is stuffed in the picture!).

The downside was that there were no less than three different types of shooting games for the kids to play while they were waiting for Santa. If you’re a hunter, I’m sure you’re bristling at me indicating that this is a problem. Let me remind you that shooting guns means something a little different in our neighborhood, and I’m not really ready to have that conversation with my 4 year old.

I definitely felt like we stood out like a family of sore thumbs there.

Sara: “Are these people in costume?”
Me: “Huh?”
Sara: “Do you think they wear this stuff every day, or did they put it on to come here?”

Methinks it was time for the City Mice to go back where they came from.

I would definitely go back there next year. Quick, hassle free, and the whole place is sort of amazing, even when you take Santa out of it. There’s a two story waterfall! Mounted wolves attacking a mounted moose! Camouflage pick-up trucks fake ramping off of fake rocks! Several tanks of live, large fish swimming around! I’m not sure that the kids found Santa to be more interesting than the rest of the place. I certainly didn’t.

Dessert of the Month – Part II

Last year for Christmas, my mother-in-law gave me the gift of a dessert every month. Unfortunately, the year has finally come to a close, so here are the rest of the desserts. You can see the first six months here.

July – Peaches with Honey Chevreau cheese

August – Peach crisp

September – New Orleans Praline Brownies

October – Aunt Helen’s Apple Pie Cake with homemade whipped cream

November – Pumpkin Marble Cheesecake (with gingersnap crust)

December – Bûche de Noël with Nutella mouse filling, chocolate ganache frosting and meringue mushrooms


Has it really been a year already? 🙂 Thanks again Barb, they were all delicious. I’m very disappointed that I have no more deserts to look forward to. However, Evie immediately volunteered herself and her mommy to start making the desserts instead! So maybe they don’t have to stop!

Christmas Extravaganza

We went to church on Christmas Eve, and Evie was really excited. However, we’re still struggling to find a Christmas service that both starts at a reasonable time, and is around an hour or so long. They tend to draaaaag. I understand, you want to get your big choir in, and read all the best readings, and have a Christmas play, etc., but it is very, very stressful to try to keep Evie entertained and quiet while all of this is going on. Especially when you factor in that you have to get there 30 minutes early if you want a seat.

There were still some good moments though, like Evie playing peekaboo with the president of the Cook County board, who sat right behind us. The big thing for Evie was singing Christmas music. Of course, she likes the more commercialized songs and the church ones tend toward the religious. She asked me if we were going to sing Deck the Halls and I was like, “I don’t think so honey.” She likes Hark the Herald Angel Sings, so I thought we might have a better chance with that. However, when we looked in the program, sure enough, Deck the Halls was on there! Who would have thought?

Of course, once we opened the door to Deck the Halls, as far as Evie was concerned, everything was fair game:

Evie: “Are we going to sing Santa Baby?”

Of course, Deck the Halls was at the end of the service and Evie didn’t quite make it. It was a big relief to me when she fell asleep, since I didn’t have to threaten her anymore, but I knew she would be disappointed that she missed it. The first question she asked when she woke up was, “Was it beautiful?” Then she made us all sing it when we got home in reenactment.

As far as the presents go, there were so many under the tree that the meager additions from Santa sort of went unnoticed. The presents I was most excited about were the balance bike, the sizable donations to college funds, the “my first bacon” from Uncle Nathan, and the beautiful, amazing doll house that Sara and Anna had when they were little (which Evie adores).

The bacon, in particular, has caused quite a stir. I can’t tell you how many times someone has said, “I’m bacon!” in the past few days. It was a present for Oliver, but Evie is the one who keeps playing with it.

Evie: “Mommy, shh! Bacon is sleeping!”

However, there were two presents that really take the cake.

Well, the first wasn’t technically even a present. For months now, Evie has insisted that the only thing she wanted for Christmas was a new bed upstairs where everyone else sleeps. Her bedroom is downstairs, by itself, and she’s terrified. It makes me feel pretty bad. So naturally she wants to sleep upstairs where everybody else is, and who could blame her? So, since Santa gave her a bed last year, she figured he’d be good for another one this year.

So my mom had a trundle bed she was willing to give up, so we got that to put into Oliver’s bedroom upstairs. We tried to make it very clear that it was not a Christmas present. It’s Oliver’s big boy bed in Oliver’s room, that he doesn’t mind sharing with her while he’s not using it. Her bed, and bedroom, remain downstairs.

For my part, the grand prize was my new accordion. I have really been wanting to learn how to play the accordion for some time now. I don’t know the first thing about it, but you know what they say: the first step is buying the accordion!

Something tells me you might hear a thing or two about the accordion on the blog in the future…

Quote Monday Celebrates Christmas

Evie, opening her stocking: “It’s candy! From Trader Joe’s!”
Sara: “Wow, Santa shops at Trader Joe’s too??”

You know, it’s one thing to recognize the Target logo, but the Trader Joe’s logo? (Though I admit, they have a distinctive font.)

Evie, playing with a bike bell: “I think I used up all the batteries.”

Evie, unwrapping a shirt that says, “My Aunt Rocks”: “But I don’t have an Aunt Rock!”

Evie, riding her new balance bike down the hall: “Daddy, help! Oliver’s chasing me and I can’t get away!”

I’ll give her this, he is crawling a lot faster these days. And the only one who seems to like that bike more than Evie, is Oliver. So he is able to crawl about as fast as she can go on there.

Grandma S: “I see you gave Oliver your old barn.”
Evie: “It was my parents’ decision.”