You Dropped Your Pocket

Dawson struggles with the sound the letter “L” makes. He interchanges it with the letter “W” when it falls in the middle of a word.
The following transpired a while back between Jason and Dawson, while Jason was working with Dawson on his “L’s”:

Jason: Dawson, say la la la la la la la la
Dawson: la la la la la la la la la
Jason: say Lollipop
Dawson: La Pawipop

So this is the post about friends! Glorious friends. We had several enounters with this species over Christmas break, and just recently.

First we had Gary. Gary is in the army. He grew up going to Campus Life JV under Jason's watchful eye. Now he's all grown up and remains friends with us because every time he gets to come home on leave, he gets free food at our house. Not a bad deal.

Dawson took a liking to Gary this time and decided to sit on his back and relax while Jason and Gary played Wii. This is not normal behavior for Dawson.

 Gary uses his seargent skillz on Big D.

The following day, we had a visitation from our friends, the Lurkers:

 We love them and we want Mrs. Lurker to have a baby. I'll bet if I get 33 comments on this post saying she needs to have a baby that she'll get pregnant. Because as we know, manipulation works.

Then came the SLEEPOVER. My friend Jodi, her husband Adam and 2 of their cutie-head kids came over to enjoy our awesome company. And to play Wii. So basically they were just using us. just kidding. I hope.

I put a movie in for the kids to watch in our bedroom and every now and then I'd go check on them. On one little spy trip of mine I saw this:

How cute is that?

For the record, someone mark this down, The 4 adults played Wii bowling and guess who won.

 

I did! I was playing as our friend Brad.

But this is my absolute favorite. Jodi really got into the trampoline game:

I love the game Apples to Apples.

The next morning we had cinnamon rolls and Adam was grumpy because he had to sleep on the couch and didn't sleep well, so next time, they're bringing they're bed.

And now I can no longer remember when on earth this happened but I got to meet up with 2 of my college roommates and I was so excited! We went to Applebee's where I ate all of my food and most of Jason's becuase I really like Applebee's.

Cora and D-Dawg are only about 6 months apart and frankly they will probably get married someday unless they marry someone else.

Dawson learned something new at this visit:

his daddy is NAUGHTY.

Things got a little out of hand.

And last but not least. I learned a new recipe from this visit. Buffalo chicken quesadilla's. Yum.

Ang, please tell Brad that I beat 3 adults at Wii bowling using his Mii character. He should feel proud of my victory.

12 Days of Christmas

I had such a long vacation over Christmas that I felt like it was 12 days! Maybe it was. And maybe I should make a note to self for next year to be sure I have presents to open for each day that I’m off. That’s not selfish.
I have to say that Dawson was so fun this year. He can unwrap gifts like nobodies business. (He’s studied under me since he was born.) He showed excitement for the present that was inside the wrapped paper, which added a dimension to the gift giving. Last year he played with the box. So that year we wrapped a bunch of boxes and he got nothing. Just kidding.
On Christmas Eve I had to work. I’m asking for an extra jewel on my very small crown in heaven for that.

We had Christmas with my family that evening at my sister’s house:

The famous "Jesse Tree" my mom does each year:

Playing Catch Phrase:

Planning for Christmas with my family this year was quite dysfunctional if I might say so myself. I drew the name of my niece who I didn’t think should have had her name in the drawing to begin with because she’s young, and then she didn’t even show up at our Christmas because she was mad and the person’s name who she drew had his gift stolen. All in a day’s work in my family people. I have plenty more where that came from. But I’m waiting to sell the movie rights to Lifetime. And if I might be able to insert another story in here which is completely unrelated to Christmas but a perfect depiction of the dysfunction that is my family…

We had our first “family meeting” this past Sunday to discuss some issues. My mom and all of my sisters were present but one. When the meeting was called to order the first official bit of business was to discuss my mom’s important documents and where she keeps them in the event of an emergency etc and this led to a discussion about death. My sister Karen felt the need to state that she absolutely refuses to be buried in a coffin, she wants to be cremated. (I’m mortified at this point) I begin to object to this a little and then immediately my sister Anita speaks up stating she is being cremated as well, and declares that clearly I have never dealt with claustrophobia or I would have the same deep-seated fears of being buried in a casket. Then I felt it was my civil duty to explain to them that you are cremated in a box. And then they changed the subject.

Christmas with my family though, is always very fun.
Christmas morning:

Jason and I are still working our way around traditions. At this point, I don’t think we have any. Do we? We get up, take showers, get ready, eat breakfast and then open presents. I would like to start a tradition that Dawson gets to open a pair of pajamas on Christmas Eve but I’m not sure why I want to do that. Perhaps I’m a Christmas copy cat.

We had enough Christmas wrap trash to fill the Adriatic Sea. Because the Adriatic Sea is large.

After our Christmas we head over to my dad’s house to celebrate.

This year, his gift to us was lottery tickets. I’ve never played the lottery, but I’ve discovered since that I’m a very greedy person indeed. Between Jason and I, we won $10 bucks. So we left Dawson at my dad’s and went to the local gas station to cash in our winnings. We bought beef jerky, pop, and some candy. My sister, on the other hand, cashed hers in (she didn’t win nearly as much as 10 whole dollars!) then bought more lottery tickets and won $100 out of the deal. I still feel shiested. But the beef jerky was good.

All in all, a great Christmas of 2008.

Coming soon:

What happens after Christmas.

Let the suspense sink in until you feel the need to call me to hear all the details. But then don’t call.

I'M OVERWHELMED

With gratitude for my adoring fans.

26 comments!? Is it real? Will somebody pinch me? I'm in comment heaven.

I'd like to take this time to thank:

• My BFF Paris Hilton. Girl, you need to change your wardrobe though, you've been looking a little homeless and stuff.

• My soon-to-be employer Donald Trump. I think you should try Rogaine! Peace out.
• Sandi Patti for her inspiration to make my own recording of "Love in any Language"

• Jim Halpert. Stick with Pam though buddy. It took you 5 stinking seasons to get engaged.

• Finley with the New York Times, please sure that you have spell check installed before publishing my articles. Spell check and I are tight.

• Last but not least, Bob & Larry and your friend the eggplant. Because I love your show:

(photo courtesy of Dawson's playdough supply. Joy made Bob & Larry, Jason made the eggplant)

And since I have to make this one quick, here are pictures of Dawson shoveling our driveway:

It took him like 5 hours to finally finish our driveway. sheesh.

The Update

Here I am.

I have sad news.

I can no longer update my blog on a regular basis.

When I'm able, I will try to make it to Jason's office to blog on my lunch break, but it will be very sporadic at best.

However, to see if I even have any reader's left I will throw a bit of manipulation out and say this:

If I can get 21 comments on this post, I will make every effort to try and update my blog at least once a week.

If not, then... I may just curl up and die. Or at least feel sorry for myself.

I think history has proven that manipulation works in some cases.

- Ta-Ta for now -

The Bed-head of Cheez-its

Dawson and his love for Cheez-Its

Dawson, did you just wake up?

Speaking of Dawson just waking up...

Ever since we've gotten the tree up, Dawson's favorite thing is for it to be lit up.

His way of telling us this is by saying:

"Mommy, turn on Cwistmas. Pwease."

Is that not adorable?

He's also formed a bad habit of falling asleep in our bed when he wants to nap.

Let me tell ya something. He's heavy.

Oh but I just remembered something else that he says that is too cute.
"Mommy, it too fit".

This is when something is too small. For instance he has a pair of pants I was putting on him the other day that were a little tight in the belly. "Mommy, it too fit". He didn't want to suck in like his mommy has to do to get pants on!

Random:

Jason is so proud of this cake he made and frosted.

My fingers are nearly frozen to the keyboard so I'm outy like Jason's belly button.

Leaving you with video of a funny boy.

Carroty Cash Residence

When I split up all the words of "Ginger + Bread + House" and looked up each word in the Thesaurus. The title is what you get.

Welcome to my world.

Jason and I decided to do a gingerbread house with Dawson this year.

Dawson just wanted the candy.

Here are the components of the "residence".

Preliminary stages of the building process.

(Not recommended to do this with a perfectionist by the way)

Fully decorated, from needless angles.

The frosting is nasty by the way.

Great job guys!

Walking in a Winter Wonderland

It snowed.

I have pictures as evidence.

Dawson's new coat has 3 zippers. There is a detachable coat on the inside, plus 2 zippers on the coat attachment on the outside. Why is that necessary? I’m going to say in all honesty that I’m glad it’s not buttons. He has on a hat, gloves, snow pants and boots. And really he should be on the cover of a toddler magazine called “Snow” if there were one.

I told Dawson I wanted to make snow angels. So I showed him how it’s done. I laid down in the snow and he watched me but when it was his turn he wanted no part of it. So I had to do a 10 minute explanation on the importance of snowy angels and then he was convinced. I should be a lawyer. For the CIA.

My angel

His… angel. (?)

I'll leave you with video of what a big helper he is:

I really do flip the video if you just give me a minute. Sorry

Just a Reminder...

That when no one else is ready for that perfect shot...

I AM.