Winner, and Something Just Shy of Norman Rockwell

by Stefani on 13-December-2008

… and the winner is…  

#123

In case you don't have your readin' glasses on, that says #123. 

What can I say? My children have discovered Picnik, and they thought it would be funny to pretend that the "girls" generated our number, "like those machines that send up the balls with the numbers on them, only this one is alive and it sends out eggs."

Oh my. 

Anyhow, number 123 belongs to Em, of Em and the Gang. Send me your digits, dear, and I'll post your book to you!

In other news, we got our tree!

You know those days when you look around you at the unidentified crud stuck on the bathroom wall (shudder) and bellow, "WHAT IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS HOLY IS THIS?", just as you step on a Lego and THEN bellow another set of choice words that ricochet off the walls, and no doubt find their way to the ears of your three year old, who will then file each and every one away for future use, like perhaps at Sunday school, or when you have company over for dinner. 

You know those days… like when you realize that he thought YOU paid for the trash pick up, and you thought HE paid for the trash pick up and neither of you did, so there's no picking up of the trash?… or the days when you didn't read the bed time story because you were just too done? Instead, you went \ to stand in the pantry eating way too many cookies. Of course that's when you realize that you didn't get any milk at the store, so you will have to go back, again, and you just think, "this is SO not what I thought it would be like to be a grown up, with a family of my own?" 

Y'all have those days too, right? 

Tell me that you do. Lie to me if you have to. 

Anyway, that's kind of how I was feeling, what with the all the Things That Will Not Be Mentioned, when along came a day that was straight out of a Norman Rockwell painting, to make it all alright again.

Well, you know, aside from the part where one brother somehow got a broken off pencil lead wedged into his finger, and not 5 minutes later ANOTHER brother came to me with glass stuck in HIS finger, and then there was my subsequent ridiculous threat to the last brother, that if he so much as THOUGHT about colliding with a sharp object, I'd confine them all to their rooms for a straight month. I mean besides all that, it was a great day. 

All of Papa's little "helpers" were cracking me up.

Papa and The Elves
They are so very manly when there is a job to be done. 

Tying Up Tight

Look at that little man go! He might be four, and his head might not even clear the window, but by golly he's going to help Daddy get that tree up on that car! 

We came home and put all the lights on our tree, and then we read and read and snuggled and turned on the 24-hours-of-nonstop-Christmas-music station, and it was just about as cozy as cozy ever was. 

Lit

Ahhhhhhhh. I so needed that moment of peace and good cheer. 

Of course shortly after that, my car's anti-lock break motor got stuck (or so they tell me), and then I didn't hear sleigh bells jingling, ring-ting-tingaling any more. Instead, I heard the KACHING of yet another cash register. 

Sigh. 

Really, you've got to laugh. What else can you do? 

Besides, bad things happen in threes right? That must mean that we're good for a while!

Happy weekending everyone. We'll see ya Monday!
Deirdre December 13, 2008 at 10:06 am

Yes, I recognize those days all too well, as well as those moments that seem grace- filled and keep us going through the *shudder* moments.

Honestly, I think you should put a paypal button up on the side–$1 donations for sympathy for anyone who has to deal with ra..I mean the things that will not be mentioned. The universe must not have gotten the message that such things are not allowed to occur at Christmas time, if at all.

Thank you for always finding a little light or a lot even in the darker moments and always brightening my day —and giving me hope as I raise my 3 boys. Peace-DK

Jennifer December 13, 2008 at 11:31 am

Oh my, it seems we are having similar times in our family. I’m sure you are due for more peace very soon. In the meantime, keep soaking up those happy minutes and storing them in your heart. Take care!

Kez December 13, 2008 at 2:02 pm

You crack me up! I certainly recognise the first type of days!! The second are harder to recognise but wonderful when they happen 🙂

Kez December 13, 2008 at 2:07 pm

You crack me up! I certainly recognise the first type of days!! The second are harder to recognise but wonderful when they happen 🙂

Brittany December 13, 2008 at 2:29 pm

Oh yes! It’s so nice to hear others have those days when absolutely everything falls apart and about that final silly thing happens that makes you fall apart (or retreat to the pantry for cookies). Last Wednesday my final thing was the dog throwing up cat food on the living room rug. Not such a big deal in the grand scheme of things, but this was of course after numerous other stress-inducing events. Hang in there and keep remembering those grace-filled moments as few and far between as they are!

Diane December 13, 2008 at 3:51 pm

YOU are a GOOF. RIng ting tingaling! Oh my.

Kristy December 13, 2008 at 4:07 pm

I so hear you! Hang on in there.Those little rays of sunshine really count don’t they?!

Em December 13, 2008 at 4:36 pm

Yay! I’m the winner – and with a lucky number like 123! What a beautiful egg – I can’t wait until I get some!!! I had an awful day like that not too long ago… involving the consequenses of unpaid bills (DH dropped the ball!) I can’t divulge details here, but if you email me I’ll tell you the whole story! I hope your day is going better by now! I can’t wait to get the book

molly December 13, 2008 at 5:41 pm

oh man, what a day you’ve had. get yourself a cold one. and yes … i’ve been there.

That might be the most clothing I’ve seen on your boys.

molly December 13, 2008 at 5:58 pm

ok, this is just too weird. i didn’t put my random number on an egg, but i did use picnik to cut and paste the random number onto a picture of the sky. great minds think alike, yet again.

and yeah, i have those days. like today when we were driving the son to a birthday party and the car started to act funny and i asked my husband (nicely) just to turn around and go home but he said no it was just fine and we ended up about ten minutes from home stuck on the side of the freeway with two crying children. at least i had my knitting and a mad libs book to distract the kids. and the tow truck ride was kind of fun.

Melanie O. December 13, 2008 at 7:05 pm

One night, back when I had only one kid, a co-worker came in to work (I’m in the restaurant biz – we work nights!) and said, “I feel like all I did all day was yell at my kids.” Needless to say, he was down all night. Now that I have three, I know exactly where he’s coming from. If it’s not one, it’s the other and then the other! But, it’s true, there seem to be “good days” and “bad days”. Thankfully,the good days both outnumber and outweigh the bad ones!

Melanie O. December 13, 2008 at 7:07 pm

One night, back when I had only one kid, a co-worker came in to work (I’m in the restaurant biz – we work nights!) and said, “I feel like all I did all day was yell at my kids.” Needless to say, he was down all night. Now that I have three, I know exactly where he’s coming from. If it’s not one, it’s the other and then the other! But, it’s true, there seem to be “good days” and “bad days”. Thankfully,the good days both outnumber and outweigh the bad ones!

mommymae December 13, 2008 at 7:58 pm

i definitely have those days. the good days help to balance out the bad days, don’t they?

mommymae December 13, 2008 at 8:03 pm

i definitely have those days. the good days help to balance out the bad days, don’t they?

Kimber December 13, 2008 at 9:28 pm

What helps on days like those? A good meal, stretching and sleep.

Lynnette December 14, 2008 at 6:46 am

What a riot to read, I even had to read it out loud to my husband because we have SO been there and done that. Hope you and your guys get some snow this year.. growing up in Texas I got the ice but this snow ( snowing as we speak) is much more pleasant.

Lisa Clarke December 14, 2008 at 9:26 am

I just love the picture of the egg! And those days are what keep life interesting, right? At least that’s what I tell myself when my life threatens to be *super* interesting 😉

elissa Finger December 14, 2008 at 11:34 am

oh my dear, dear stefani. all i can say is that it does my heart good to hear that you and your INCREDIBLE brood have those sorts of days too. i mean, i am sure that i KNEW that you did, but to HEAR it in black and white. well, it’s very encouraging. and, may i say, only a mother of boys would now the evil of stepping on lego pieces everywhere (i am convinced this is the only reason that mom’s of boys have long finger nails, (the reason being legos), to pry apart the tiny ones that get jammed together) and still consider it a norman rockwell day when two children get something jammed into their fingers!

Becky Lane December 14, 2008 at 9:20 pm

Oh dear, sure wish you hadn’t said that, about bad things coming in threes, so you should be ok now. I blogged those very same words a while back, and the next day someone backed into my brand new Mini, while it was just sitting there in the coffee shop parking lot, minding its own business. As if having the entire metal roof just get lifted right up off our house by a gust of wind, and having our newly refinished wood floors soaked with rain, hadn’t been enough to deal with already!

Mama Urchin December 15, 2008 at 12:09 pm

Man, I am having weeks like that. It’s my own fault but still…

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