The T_____s Christmas Newsletter 2012-ish
Big Daddy: Big Daddy might just have had the best year of his life. I think he got to go to Cancun, and the U.S. Open, and on an all-expense paid trip to play Pebble Beach and the other two, not-quite-as-brag-worthy golf courses nearby, AND got to go to St. Thomas with his hot wife and no kids. PLUS, he got to start working twice as many hours, commute 4x as many miles, and move our entire house for the 2nd time in two years. Lucky guy! He squeezed a bunch more free golf in there too, so don't feel too sorry for him. Plus, his invention, the CutterPillar, has really taken off. Please, Someone, buy him out for millions of dollars so we can sit on a beach in St. Thomas and sip piña coladas for the rest of our lives!
Me: Well, my year was...um...lets see if I can remember anything. I swear, by your third child, it all starts to blur together. I can perhaps at least get relative with 2012: Fewer diapers, more crayon on the walls, less getting up in the night, more getting spaghettios off the ceiling, less driving kids to and from school, more kids in school, less weight, more hair, less square footage, more character, less carpet to vacuum, more tile to scrub, less weeding, more bathrooms to scrub, fewer leaves to rake up, more stairs to climb. Cheese Fantasy Camp (awesome). Stained Glass Class (awesome). Also, I gave up on ever having straight hair again and embraced the curl completely.
Daphne (AKA: Mini-Lorie), age 7 1/2: Daphne is our incredibly imaginative, creative, artistic, utterly unfocused, unruly, unconventional, interesting, one-of-a-kind child. She is crayon/marker/pen in hand about 95% of her waking hours. And she is good! She really captures things amazingly well for a girl her age. She's observant and
Beck, age 6: Beck is our resident smarty pants. He takes after his mother, (blush)
Pippa, age 1 1/2: Pippa is a busy busy child! I want to say she walked for a week. She learned to crawl, eventually learned to walk, and a week later she was running full speed. She climbs all over everything, leaps from couch to couch, throws herself on the ottoman, bounces off, and begins again. If she falls, she doesn't bother to stop and cry. She scales the toilet to get on the bathroom counter and play in the water. She's figured out how to drag things around that she can climb onto to get on the kitchen chairs, to get on the bar stools, to get on the bar, to dump out all the salt! Despite the tornado that she is, she is SOOO cute. She's our fairest child, with that strawberries-and-cream skin she did NOT get from sallow me. She has strawberry blond hair and some shade of eyes I cannot describe other than to say it's NOT brown. It's sort of greyish, greenish, hazelish, beige. She jabbers a lot. She loves to dance (ask her to do her Just Dance impression of Avril Lavine's "Girlfrend." You'll die at how good it is.). Pippa loves to copy her siblings. And parents. She carefully watches everything we do and then a minute later, she's trying it out too. We have to be careful what we do and say in her presence! Pippa is fun and sweet and a holy terror all at once. She will be our most adventurous child, we're sure.
Unfortunately for us (but fortunately for our new carpets), we lost Flossie, our cat, this year. Lost her to the pound, that is. Don't tell Daphne. She thinks Flossie lives with another family who is taking really great care of her. But Flossie's 2-year, urine soaked nervous breakdown from our last move meant she couldn't move with us here. We all cried, and we'll miss her. Sort of. But the kids are mollified by the promise that when we build our dream house, it'll be filled with, to quote Daphne, "two dogs and two kittens and a turtle and a parrot and gerbils and a sugar glider." (Never heard of one? Trust me, it has huge eyes). Ha! Maybe a turtle. We'll see how it goes.
Anyway, we're loving it here at our new house. This part of the valley agrees with us. It's quaint and old but more cosmopolitan than our last two towns. It's got a great library, some wonderful local restaurants, lots of big, shady trees, a grocery store with plenty of spaghettios, and a cheese island the size of Manhattan, some very nice neighbors, and it's close to the freeway (although not near Big Daddy's work. But what does that matter with a cheese island that size??).
We love you all. And we miss most of you. Call us. Email us. Come over for a game night! Come over and dance to the Wii with us. Come over for dinner! We're having lots of great cheese....and spaghettios.