The night started out promising enough. Our first little familiy tradition. Mommy bought a kit and extra candy and we made plans for every detail, right down to the Necco wafer shingles on the roof. We excitedly set up the table and laid out our supplies...then the dog jumped up and snatched a piece of the roof and ran off with it, demolishing it in the process.
After wrestling it from the dog's mouth before it was crumbled into bits mommy took great pains to "fix" the broken piece- first with an attempt to use icing to hold it together, then with a last ditch effort using super glue. As daddy then tried to fill the icing tube with the icing so we could start anew, he accidentally spilled the majority of it and caused a sticky mess that got all over him, everything and everyone.
In the end, there was a bit of frustration, a few tears, wasted candy, contempt for the person that decided that miniature houses should even be made of confectionary items... and no holiday center piece.
There was however, a plan to try again on Sunday.
Cross your fingers....
December 20, 2007
A sticky Christmas nightmare
1st Annual "Cookie Baking with Grandpa Night"
I got to help Grandpa Warhol make Christmas cookies. To be honest, I was not that in to it in the beginning. Perhaps it was the fact that I don't feel the desire to domesticate myself enough to labor over creating holiday treats when I don't in fact, have any teeth to allow me to partake of the results. Or perhaps it was the fact that the dough looked like cat puke.
Either way, the intense pleading looks on the faces of my family members as they willed me to manhandle the cat-puke-ish dough made me realize that the success of the evening, as well as this newfound holiday tradition hinged on my participation. So, being the good natured child that I am, I picked up the dough, dropped it and tossed it around a few times to make them happy. I'm not really a fan of having dirty fingers and they became quite a focus for me.
Turns out, even cat-puke-ish cookies are "passable" with green sprinkles.
Merry Christmas.
BLECH!
We got the gift that keeps on giving from daycare....a stomach virus. First I got it and then mommy got it. Daddy had a crap-tastic 28th birthday caring for his two retched, sickly girls.
December 10, 2007
Welcome baby Calderwood
Congrats to Karina and John on the birth of their precious (and long awaited) daughter Kelsi!
Nana is so funny!
There is never a moment's rest when Nana is around...she keeps me laughing and squeeling and giggling!
Daddy's first time feeding me
Well, finally after about 2 months on baby food daddy finally tried to feed me. Needless to say it was a messy venture but we both had fun so it was worth my wait! Plus mommy was glad to not have to do it!
Cleaning time!
Mommy lets me sit here and have a snack while she loads the dish washer (don't worry, I am within arms length of mommy so she will make sure I don't fall).
