Saturday, December 27, 2008

Wait a minute, Christmas is over?

Writing wrap-up posts gives me hives, so I'll just say the following about the past week. These are the moments that I wish I could capture in a snow globe and revisit in the coming months and years:
  • Christmas Eve, Jo had to be dragged to church kicking and screaming (almost literally). She spent the first half of the service on my lap or huddled on the floor with the hood of her jacket up. Then, suddenly, she was captivated by "Angels We Have Heard on High." She wanted to sing along and asked me to help her follow along in the hymnal. This continued for the remainder of the hour.

  • Christmas morning, the kids sleep later than they have in weeks. When Opie finally gets up, we go into Jo's room to wake her up. Her first words are "You could have let me sleep a little longer, Opie!"

  • My dad didn't pack his Christmas pants. My siblings and I scolded him soundly, then turned on our mother for allowing such an oversight. We suggested he turn around and drive nine hours back home to get them. He said "No." Can you believe it?

  • He did, however, bring and wear his 7 jeans. Which looked great on him. Here is how it went down (let me note for the record that my dad is 71 and I haven't seen him wear jeans in years, but he does work out like two hours a day). He came into the kitchen wearing these stylish, dark, skinnyish jeans. Me: "Wow, nice jeans!" Dad: "Pretty nice huh?" Mom: "They're '7 for all' ... nations, or countries or something." Me: "7 For All Mankind??!?" Dad (shows off label): "Yeah, 7 For All Mankind. I got them at the Saks outlet."

  • My mom could not get enough Wii bowling. She was constantly begging someone to play against her.

  • After everyone left, Jeff noted that Opie's behavior had been very good, except for a few subpar moments, including that last morning. His response: "I was a little naughty because I didn't want everyone to leave." Little scam artist!

  • The family construction project (Playmobil airline terminal, with approx 1 beeellion pieces):

12 comments:

emma said...

It's defiitely not Christmas unless it involves a toy with a billion little pieces! :)
It sounds like a lovely week though. Happy Holidays! But wait! There is still a week to go until schol starts up - now what?!

Heather said...

Wow, I can't get over the 7 jeans!

Hip Mom's Guide said...

I'm cracking up that your 71 yr old dad is sporting some stylish 7s. And he even got a deal on them. Fantastic!

BlondeMomBlog (Jamie) said...

OK I'd love to see a picture of your dad (aka stylish grandpa) in his jeans!

Wait...that sounded bad. ;)

My dad is 75 and I swear he's in better shape than me or my husband thanks to his 5 day a week Y habit.

apathy lounge said...

Our Christmas passed with no conflicts or upheavals whatsoever. However, there's still the late Christmas gift exchange with the ornery BIL and his family. It's always like Dinner Theater with them.

Kate said...

I would play your mom in Wii Bowling!! I love it! We went real-life bowling last week, and for some reason I didn't have as good of a score! (hmmm, wonder why)

Patois said...

Aw, thanks for the wrap up. And my mom is so totally into Wii bowling. At 73.

the mama bird diaries said...

wait, your dad wears 7 jeans?! That is crazy cool.

Magpie said...

Bummer about the Christmas pants though...

Hey - happy new year!

Tree said...

OMG! We have that airport terminal and I believe it took W and I 3 hours to complete. Heaven forbid you have to do it again...

JGH said...

I love the story of how Jo became overcome with the Christmas hymn in church - too cute.

Kimberly said...

I am not cool enough to hang out with your dad. I don't even have 7 for All Mankind jeans. I usually get mine from Old Navy. :-/