And since my Dad types up my blog posts while I dictate them to him, here's a good one of the two of us.
Okay, now that we have that straightened out let's move on to some other exciting pics.
This is quite the opposite of what I'll be doing when the real baby comes home with Mom and Dad a few weeks from now. I already have the eBay and CraigsList posts filled out and once I have some photos of this little varmant that I can upload to the posts he/she/it will be up for sale immediately upon returning home. I can tell you right now I want no part of this little disaster.
And since Christmas is the season of giving, I will give up some blog post space to some of my favorite people. Without further ado, I give you Nana and the kids
Aunt Suzy and Yaya
Hannah and Yaya
Luke and Yaya (do you see a theme here? I borrowed some of Uncle Brian's photos for this post so there is an awful lot of Yaya)
Eli Claus
Then on Christmas night, Grandma and Grandpa Lammel showed up and stayed with us for a couple days.
And they brought me this awesome car that I drive around all over the house. And we went to the Shedd Aquarium and read books and went out to dinner and had a lot of fun!
But before I exit this post I want to take you back to Christmas Eve. When we got home from Nana's Mom told me we should leave Santa some cookies and milk so when he comes to drop off my presents he will have something to eat. We didn't have any cookies so we left him a piece of coffee cake and a big glass of milk (see it right over my shoulder there?)
And when I woke up the next morning it was all gone! And Yaya and Hannah told me that he ate everything at their house, too. Seriously?
Check it out - "Snow Wonder We're Friends."
This is how I know Jake is a sly fox. After I opened this book, he gave me a little wink. Basically, he used that book to keep our Dads off the trail. See, they both thought it was so cute that Jake got me a book about our friendship. Then he invited me back to his playroom, if you know what I mean. Jake = Genius.
And then I hung out with my buddies the rest of the night... which leads me to this next set of photos. If you'll remember my post from back about a year ago we took the following picture and compared Eli to Jon Bon Jovi and Bruce Springsteen, thee of lead singer status.
Well, look in the background of this next photo... it's like he's wondering where this all went wrong. I warned him when he started dating that Olsen twin, hanging out with the guys from Third Eye Blind and getting a little too intimate with the nose candy that this would happen. It's not Isaiah and Luke's fault that they stayed focused on the music.
Now I have a unique strategy with this decorating the tree thing. I like to put all my ornaments in one spot. Mom and Dad prefer the "one ornament over here, one ornament over there" approach but I'm a little more calculated than that. I want these things eye level (for me) and I want a lot of them. If you don't like it - go decorate your own tree (sorry for the angst but I'm serious about this).
JESUS, DAD! We can't take him anywhere.
Success.
Tree? Check. But then it was time to head out and hang some lights with Clark Griswald/Chevy Chase, er, my Dad. I untangled the line as Clark decided where to put the lights.
Don't worry, Clark, I've got your legs!
And then a few days later it snowed. Wow, now this whole snow thing is cool so I got my mittens on and headed out.
I think we're gonna be spending a lot of weekends outside in the snow this year if this keeps up. And it was funny, but Dad was in a much better mood this year with the snow, last year he was downright angry. Thinking back, maybe it's that he doesn't have to shovel 45-feet of Nana and Papa's driveway every time it snows this year... yeah, that's probably it.
We opened up her Christmas present from Mom and Dad (Andrea Bocelli Christmas CD, a huge winner).
We took a walk.
We ate turkey and I couldn't refrain from my favorite Adam Sandler holiday phrase: Turkey for me, turkey for you, turkey in a big brown shoe.
By Friday morning Dad was resting up for a big wedding that Mom and Dad had to go to that night so he fell asleep on the kitchen table and I proceeded to give him a nice backrub. Dad historically has to loosen up before he gets out on that dance floor or he tends to pull a hamstring or a vertebrae, or something like that.
Wakey, wakey, Dad, time to go get your tux on.
Speaking of serious dancing, check out my Uncle Brian at the wedding. It's official: you no longer have to wonder where I get my moves from.
Mom and Nonie took a break from the dance floor to pose for a beautiful photo.
And then the next morning I was giving out kisses like the old lady down the block gives out bad candy on Halloween. And by bad candy I mean those orange peanuts that could double as a door stop.
And having a good time doing it.
