...And to All a Good Night.

So, I have some holiday cuteness for you.  Before you roll your eyes about how I'm posting about Ann AGAIN, please refer to the name of the blog, which indicates how much time I spend with her.  Would you expect me to talk about much else?

Moving on.

The nativity is out again. You remember this from last year (which I just re-read. Gingerb-Red District?  I kill me). While we have our hard 'G' sounds under control this year (less confusion over whether the mother of Jesus is a virgin or a vagina or a gingerbread [somewhat]), some of her nativity habits have stuck.  Namely, that she lives in a gingerbread house.

We have actually lost playmobile Mary at some point over the year, so she's replaced her with a girl from a beach set.  However, if you recall, she'd actually decided last year to switch the genders of Mary and Joseph (see above link), so what we're left with is Mary (born Joseph) and another Mary (the beach version).  Again, very progressive.  And probably blasphemous.  The stable was full, so they have been living in the dollhouse.

The giraffes are in the loft again.  It's getting a bit crazy.  Try the Inn.

Fun with Nativities.  There is Mary and Mary and Jesus, but also- Jesus's older brother.  And yes, apparently there was a T-Rex present at the birth of Christ. And there are toys, and even a birthday cake (in the oven) because it's his birthday, Mommy.  Clearly.

We bumped into Santa on the street this year.  He was leaving a toy store and must have been heading to his car, but Ann spotted him.  She chased him two blocks- yelling his name- and launched herself into his arms.  She's not shy, that one.  We will need to have many 'Stranger Danger' talks in the future.  She made such a scene that people passing by stopped to watch, and even videotape them.  She told him what she wanted for Christmas (a music box, news to me), talked about her school and her Christmas concert, detailed all the Christmas movies she's been watching, and discussed how strongly she feels about Rudolph (very) before Santa was able to escape.  She now refuses to go see him in a mall to get a photo taken, because they've had such a good chin-wag already this year.  What more is there to say?

"Look, Santa!  It's you!  Same, same!"

Please note my new bangs.  There was a grade 7 girl in my class last week who had the same haircut. 

Merry Christmas everyone!  We're off to Belize in two days.  Pending internet speed, I hope to post from there.  Enjoy your holidays!

 

Summer...is coming...

That's a Game of Thrones reference. If you don't know what that is, see here.  But just so you know, you've been missing out on a lot of gratuitous violence, and gratuitous sexual violence.  Two of my least favourite things. But still, it's addictive.

Anyways, summer is coming because we are on the countdown to Belize. We leave in 22 days. At which time we will probably look like this:


It's like looking in a mirror.  Did Ann get a haircut?  Who are those other children?





But really, there will probably be lots of nose zinc and birding hikes.  I will probably name that series of posts "Nerds in Paradise", or "Nerdwarks on Vacation" or something.

Stay tuned.