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The last time it snowed like this, Corey was a toddler, so you can only imagine the excitement around here yesterday afternoon when it actually started snowing.  And sticking to the ground!  Hoo boy!  They had some major plans for all this snow.

Aiden wanted to eat it:

Corey wanted to make a snowman:

And Simon wanted to make snowballs (to eat):

I could bombard you with about fifty more pictures of snow and the resulting chaos that ensued afterward, but I’m going to go take a shower now.  Our power went out around 8:00 last night and didn’t come back on (fully) until an hour ago.  So I’ll leave you with the view from my front porch taken this morning :

(hint: click the images to view in larger sizes)

I had this fabulous idea a few weeks ago to schedule regular crops on Saturdays so that everyone I know could come over and work on their albums.  I know it’ll be a while before I have guests who show up predictably, but it’s still disappointing when no one at all shows up.  Regardless, I was all set to go on Saturday.  Jamie even went so far as to schedule an appointment at the car shop so we could get the van brakes checked and the tires done.  He took Simon and Timothy with him because they are the neediest and I cannot do any scrapbooking done if I am constantly having to fish bits of paper out of Timothy’s cheeks or get snacks and drinks for Simon.  You know the drill.

The house was all quiet, Corey and Aiden had actually finished cleaning their room and were enjoying video game time, and I was just waiting for any guests to arrive.

• I did not sit around and wait for guests who never showed
• I did not play Uru instead
• I did not spend the entire morning and afternoon trying to find and fix a virus on Jamie’s laptop
• I did not fix it and then have Jamie discover that there was still a virus
• I did not feel disappointed and hurt that I failed to fix the laptop
• I did not feel rejected and lonely when no one came to crop with me
• I did not feel surprise when Jamie said the van brakes had to be completely replaced

And then yesterday! Yesterday!

• I did not wear one of the only skirts that fits for the eleventy-billionth time in a row
• I did not get home from church and spend the entire afternoon working on the virus problem
• I did not miss my nap because of said virus problem
• I did not watch one of the worst horror movies on the face of the earth

You know what’s great, though?

I did not get bitten by Timothy and develop a sore so painful that I could karate chop Jamie in the face if he even THINKS of going near that general area of my body.  Nope.

Not me.

It’s a well-known fact that kids like to sing songs and if they don’t know the words, they’ll just make them up.  Right? Right.  But what if I told you that my children like to make up words that are completely inappropriate…and ON PURPOSE.  Would you be surprised?

We aren’t.  One day, they’ll realize how ridiculous they are, and I just want to note here on my blog the songs that they have ruined:

“Silent Night” — Aiden make up words that go like this:

Silent night, frankenstein.

You know that Christmas song that is really super annoying that goes:

Simply having a wonderful Christmas time!

Corey didn’t understand the words and somehow misconstrued them into this:

I don’t know, I had it, I want it for Christmas Eve!

Then Simon took it a step further:

I hate it. I hate it. A wonderful Christmas Eve!

Finally, when Simon got a toy truck for Christmas that sang a song about dump trucks, we had to put a stop to all this nonsense.  Here is what the dump truck sings:

In and out!  In and out!

That’s what dump truck’s all about!

Aiden’s rendition:

In and out! In and out!

That’s what butts are all about!

We simply told him to stop singing it once we were done laughing our faces off.

I think one of the hardest things about having a large family is when everyone gets sick.  I’m not talking snot and cough either.  I’m talking about the kind of sick that requires you to seek out bathroom trash cans to use as puke receptacles and to spray disinfectant on every surface that might have been touched by a virus-carrying hand.  There’s a faint smell of vomit coming from the carpet in front of the couch where Simon was hanging his head over like a seasick cruise line passenger.

Last night I was reminded of the scene from the Ya Ya Sisterhood movie when all the kids are barfing everywhere and Vivi is crying with her fingers in her ears.

Jamie’s napping in bed right now.

The kids are feeling a little better today.

If I don’t end up with this virus, it’ll be a Christmas miracle.

I’ve tweeted all of the crap that’s going around in the house, and because I am experiencing extreme sleep deprivation, I think the funny has gone.  It’ll be back soon.  I promise.

In the meantime, check out the shopping blog for my review of the Ultimate Cloth, and stay tuned for a couple more reviews of Clorox Green Works laundry, and a Mommy’s Milk nursing tank.

Perhaps I’ll squeeze in a more normal post by the end of the week.  That all depends on whether or not Timothy’s ear drum blister ruptures, Simon stops coughing till he pukes, I actually get four or more hours of uninterrupted sleep, and I get an all-expenses paid trip to an island resort.

A girl can dream, can’t she?