Monday, December 21, 2009
Holidays at the Goober household include lots of leotards, dancing, footie pajamas, lightsaber battles, pancakes, oogling of the Christmas tree, early present opening, and snacking on peppermint bark.
Mine didn't turn out pretty like the pictures on the recipe website because I didn't wait until the dark chocolate was fully frozen, and it melted in with the white chocolate, so it looked more like dirty snow than the photo on the Trader Joe's box. But you know what? It's still delicious and cost 70% less to make than the boxed stuff.
Then there's our tree.
My camera can't quite capture the nighttime magic of a child-decorated tree. The Biscuit wanted EVERYTHING we had on the tree-- every bit of tinsel, beading, ornamentry. It's like a bagel with sesame, garlic, onion, cinnamon, chocolate, Walpurgisnacht, bananas, bees, and Archbishop Desmond Tutu on it. That's what I mean by "everything".
It kinda looks like the mouth of hell, though, doesn't it?
Also, did I mention that Santa is stalking my child?
First he called on the phone. It went like this:
phone: RING RING RING F'ING RINGING ALL AFTERNOON
me: SO MUCH NO.
phone: I SAID RING, DAMMIT!
phone: Uh... hello... this is Santa Claus calling from the North Pole.
me: I'm getting coal this year, aren't I?
phone: I'm calling for the Biscuit. (passes to Biscuit) Hello, Biscuit. What would you like for Christmas?
biscuit: A vacuum and an Ariel dress with a tail and some toys... and... (looks around the room) a couch... and a fridge....
me: Honey, you're just naming things in the house. Santa, we don't need a couch.
Santa: What would your brother like for Christmas?
biscuit: I don't know. Like, maybe, a car.
Santa: I hear you've been a very good girl.
biscuit: Yeah, kinda.
Then he wrote a letter, all the way from the North Pole!
Santa's rhyming skills are sub-par, I'm afraid to say.
And then he showed up to visit us in a fire truck. Here's the Biscuit running out to meet him:
And then she got to sit in his lap, and he gave her Princess jewelry and an Ariel Polly Pocket.
Yeah, my camera's batteries ran out the second the Biscuit sat in Santa's lap. That girl is actually the Biscuit's childhood idol, a big girl of six years. But you get the picture.
What's up next?
Pictures from our family reunion and our trip to the Nutcracker. If Captain Preparedness can remember to recharge the camera batteries, that is.