Christmas morning. Maeve was up at 6:30am. She woke everyone by 7:30am. Gift opening was at 8am. Done with gifts by 8:07am. Maeve made the pancakes, and I fried up bacon and eggs. Christmas was finished around 10am.
We decided to get a head start on our journey to “The Island”. It’s a 10hr ride without kids, or 11 if you drive through the night in good weather. We assume 12 hrs is good timing for a traveling mess like us. The weather was beautiful, sunny, and 65. We headed out around 2pm and were on our way.
For some odd reason, we very mistakenly assumed there would be restaurants open for dinner, even if it was just a Cracker Barrel. Not quite. Around 7:30 we finally made our way out of the hell-hole that is Summersville (world’s largest speed trap. No joke, google it) and the only thing we found open were fast food joints in really creepy “hills have eyes” type of towns. Of all places, we got stuck at an Arby’s. I mean, we were in West Virginia, so not much can be expected on Christmas night. There’s nothing like fake beef and curly fries to spice up a holiday meal (or stink bomb a minivan). Words cannot describe how angry Bryce was at me for taking pictures. So of course, for your viewing pleasure….
Here are some pictures of the family from Christmas Eve. Dinner was wonderful, we spent the evening with our friends Paul and Maudie and stuffed our faces here at home.
Trust me, I KNOW I am no photographer. I must have taken 100 pictures of the children, and the pictures still sucked. Or maybe I have too many kids because I don’t have 1 shot of all 4 smiling, and/or looking at me at any given time. Lovely.
I almost forgot, my grandma’s holiday jello. Lime jello, whipped cream, and shaved carrots. Very retro.
Big girl at her Christmas concert today!! (white dress, pig tails, and booty shake- that’s my girl!)
Now, let’s talk about parents behaving badly.
I understand that your child is the best one earth, but seriously- do you need to sit IN your child’s face filming it? Do you lose all common sense and manners to get “just the right shot” of your kid as your coaxing them (interrupting the program) yelling, “come on Johnny, sing! sing along! come on honey, come on sing!” while bobbing up and down in MY face, leaning on my chair???? If it’s “all about you” don’t be obnoxious, GET there early and get a good seat! That’s what NORMAL parents do. Follow directions! Pay attention to the signs all over that clearly state WHERE you child is performing so you don’t piss everyone off while begging your little angel to participate instead of picking their nose.
(for the record, I am smashed up against the wall, holding my crappy nikon up over my head in no one’s way, zooming in to the max, trying to avoid the space hogs crowding and swarming my space)