Merry Christmas To All

Happy Holidays everyone!

I posted a few Southern-esque holiday recipes over at Savvy Housewife, so be sure to check them out. This time of year brings out the Rachael Ray in me, even if it’s only for about an hour. Hey, it’s my own Christmas miracle.

I’m taking a mini blog break, but I’ll see you next week!

Ho Ho Ho And A Bottle Of Tums

I’m painfully aware that Miss C’s belief in Santa will slowly crumble until one day she approaches me, looks me squarely in the eye and says, “Mommy I know that you and Daddy are Santa.” Then my beating heart will grow cold and still, break into a million pieces, and crash to the floor like shards of a candy cane and tiny daggers of “she’s growing up” will sting my eyes and I’ll coerce her into helping us keep up the Santa charade for her little sister.

Really I’m hopeful that Miss C has at least two more Santa Christmases after this year. A few weeks ago, however, she started asking me fairly pointed questions about Santa that stirred a bit of panic and led me to think, “Oh sh*t. She’s on to me and this Super Saver Shipping Amazon order spree charade we call Santa.”

“Mommy why are there different Santas all over the city?”

This is where I muster all of my Super Mommy Powers to BS like a pro.

“Um, well…(stall, stall, stall) they’re Santa’s helpers. The real Santa is the one who delivers toys on Christmas Eve.”

This seemed to satisfy her until we started talking about leaving Santa cookies on the hearth.

“Mommy, Santa sure does eat a lot. How does he eat all those cookies?”

“Um, well (stall, stall, stall) remember he flies around the world and gives presents to all little girls and boys on Christmas Eve so he needs lots of energy.”

This satisfied her 6-year-old curiousity and we went back to reading a Christmas book.

Crisis averted and I now have a new excuse for eating all the cookies left out for me, I mean Santa. I need my energy to stay on top of my Santa game.

Mama Tulip (Katherine) in Canada has written a beautiful post about belief in Santa. You should definitely read it.

The Good Ship Lollipop Nearly Killed Me With Cuteness


Flowers from Papa to celebrate her first recital.

The winter showcase dance recital was a big hit on Saturday and we celebrated afterwards by introducing the girls to Arby’s milk shakes and curly fries since they’re way too young for champagne and caviar. The theme to the recital was an “Afternoon at the Movies” and Miss C’s class had to wear denim shorts. She wasn’t really thrilled about this costume, but I told her everyone else from her class would be wearing the same thing. When we went to the drop-off area two of her friends from her class were in full makeup. OK I get the makeup on stage thing, but this is the “casual” recital; the spring recital is the get decked out like Vegas showgirls performance. Any way, I whipped out some hot pink lip gloss for a retouch and all was good. It’s always good to keep an emergency tube of lip gloss stashed in one’s purse for such emergencies.

Miss C’s class danced to “Pocket Full of Sunshine,” which will forever remind me of her first dance experience. I think her favorite part of the entire event, though, was getting to go on stage for the grand finale and bow on stage while a song from High School Musical played. I think the only thing that would have made the afternoon better was if Hannah Montana herself had showed up on a purple sparkly unicorn to perform a free concert. That would have pretty much made it every 6-year-old little girl’s dream.

The dancers all did a great job, but the most adorable moments (besides Miss C of course), were the tiniest of ballerinas whose idea of performing to “On The Good Ship Lollipop” involved lots of waving to mom and dad and spontaneous on stage hugging. It doesn’t get any cuter than spontaneous on stage hugging by 4-year-olds.

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