Christmastime at the Diamond Castle
14 Dec 2011 Leave a Comment
It’s been busy, as I’m sure is the case with everyone this time of year. We’re definitely in Christmas mode, with Christmas shopping, setting up the Christmas tree, enjoying Christmas parties and brunches and lunches, receiving fabulous Christmas cards and photos, looking forward to Christmas programs, etc.
Isis: She’s been undergoing one transformation after another. First, a couple of weeks ago, it was Mrs. Claus. I think it was brought on after spending the day with my mom, who gave her a stuffed Grinch doll. So she was all about dressing up as Mrs. Christmas and playing with the Grinch doll, who was her child (or something like that).
Then, last weekend, she transformed into cowgirl Isis, and I gotta say, she was about the cutest cowgirl I’ve ever seen. If we hadn’t already bought all of her Christmas gifts, I would have considered a cowgirl hat, belt or boots.
Cute as a button but sly as a fox. I worry that her chances of being on the naughty list might be kinda high; our little sweetie keeps getting busted for sneaking toys to school in her pockets. She just can’t stop even though she keeps getting in trouble.
Smith and Shembo: It’s young Shembo’s first Christmas. Of course, she’s still in the age of destruction, so it’s not exactly easy going through this with her. She has ransacked the house a few times this past week – trashing ornaments, knocking down lamps, shredding magazines, murdering the stuffed Grinch doll as well as our longtime tiger pal Francis (the star of our annual Michael Jackson Memorial Party), killing my sweet new brown boots and Val’s tennis shoes, and ripping up one of my favorite recipe books, one that my sister gave me long ago. Damn dog. (Pardon the profanity but I can’t help it at this point.)
So the battle of the coyotes (Errol and I) versus the roadrunner continues… My worst nightmare will come true if Smith decides to show her how to open the bedroom doors one day.
And Valon: We had family movie night last weekend and watched the Christmas classic “A Christmas Story” with the kids. We all laughed, the kids liked it, yada-yada.
Then, Monday after school, when I asked the kids how the day was, Val proudly told me he had double-dog dared one buddy and triple-dog dared another buddy. (Recall the movie, if you’ve seen it.) Yep, the stinker dared his friends to stick their tongues to a frozen pole.
I couldn’t believe it – did he not understand when we watched that movie that you shouldn’t really dare your friends to do that? After the kid got stuck to the pole and then had to walk around with his tongue all bandaged up? Oh my gosh!
Luckily, his pals didn’t bite on his idea. And, after we talked about how you really shouldn’t dare your friends to do anything that might hurt them, he promised to tell them the next day that they absolutely should NOT stick their tongues to a frozen pole ever.
Ah, Christmas. Hope Santa doesn’t change his mind about stopping at our house.
