The Poopy Train

Overheard in the bathroom while trying to convince Eli to go poopy...

Someone We Will Not Name: I think you going poopy is making me have to go poopy.
Eli: You get behind my poop. My poop is the engine.

There you have it folks, the poopy train to the poopy plant. All Aboard!!!! Choo Choo

Bah Humbug

What do you do when a tree falls?

You probably get out of the way, huh?

Well I didn't have that luxury this morning at precisely 6am, when my Christmas tree fell over... On top of me....

Yesterday afternoon while doing some holiday shopping with the family, Christopher Pop-In-Kins, our resident spying elf, set up a slumber party movie night in the living room by the Christmas tree. Sounds fun, huh, to watch a movie and sleep under the light of the Christmas tree.

Well it is, until at 6am, the tree goes TIMBER.... While sleeping soundly next to my sister, the Christmas tree topples over... On top of me. Not on top of her, or on top of both of us.... Just on top of me....
 
Luckily, only a handful of things broke. As you can see the Roman Coliseum now looks much more like the old, tattered version in Rome. Mommy lost a prized ornament that had Annabelle's handprint made into snowmen, but AB has so many handprints and other ornaments on the tree - I think she'll be ok. Chances are that's half the reason the tree fell over, it has too many of Annabelle's ornaments on it. At least that is the theory I'm sticking too.

 Annabelle thinks Christopher Pop-In-Kins flew past the tree and that's what caused it to fall over. She found him in a bowl of popcorn looking at the whole thing. Looks like he had a movie night after we went to sleep.

The other theory floating out there is that Pa and some other folks in heaven were playing a practical joke. Cause even though some stuff broke, one of the only things that actually fell off the tree was the infamous Dick Fath table tent that has graced the tree since 2002. It landed right by my head. The hypothesis is, Jesus was walking past Pa and he said "Hey, Jesus. You want to see something funny?" And he huffed and he puffed from heaven and he blew our Christmas tree over and they all laughed and giggled at the spectacle that will now forever be The Year the Christmas Tree Fell on Eli - 2012. Just a little practical joke from heaven - we think they have a funny bone up there.

Oliver, he just sat back and watched. Probably wondering what in the heck is this Christmas thing and what is going on at 6am (that's when he actually does sleep).

 

 

I'm not sure there will be another sleepover by the lights of the Christmas tree, but now the tree is tied to the curtain rod. So either it won't fall again or when it does it will take the mantle and much more down with it as the curtain rod flings across the room. You can bet I won't be sleeping down there. All of a sudden, my bed seems nice and cozy.

These are the things that contribute to middle-kid syndrome. I'm not sure Christmas will ever be the same for me again. If I grow up to be an Ebenezer Scrooge, just know you can track it back to this terrifying experience. I sure hope Santa makes up for this in a couple of weeks.

At least the tree is back upright for now. Check out the wrecked jewelry (aka bead garland). As for me, I'm not sure I'm back to normal yet, but I did get to watch Cars 2 to help me feel better.

 

Merry Christmas & Bah Humbug!

Tis the Season

Happy Holidays Y'all. Mommy and Annabelle went to some fancy smancy tea party and left me with Daddy. As you can see they were trying to capture a girl picture, but I wasn't going to let that happen. Not only did I interrupt their photo, I ran sis off and got my own solo pic with Mommy!

 

While they were gone, Daddy brought out his 30 year old trains. These things are awesome. As you can see I had to spiffy-up the train yard with my airplane, Presidential helicopter and a few race cars (see Richard Petty parked out beside the church). Those army men look like they are trying to attack the passing train....
Annabelle asked where the graffiti trains are, but I don't think we have any of those. It was a cleaner, simpler time 30 years ago....

The question is, how long will the trains be on the table before Daddy puts them away because I can't stop playing with them...

Later that night, we put our shoes out for some kid called St. Nick. Annabelle says he's Santa's brother and he comes to take our letter to Santa and bring us some goodies.

Which he did, but as you can see below, I wasn't impressed. In fact, I had to get Mommy to do some magic and turn my M&M's into Smarties after a pre-preschool meltdown. But he did leave me a pretty cool train engine ornament and a new race car and toothbrush!

  I'm still trying to figure out what this season is all about. I'm just taking it one day at a time and following Annabelle's lead, she seems to know what is going on.