The Anti-Blogger

So, as you can probably judge given the fact that my last post was a month ago, I have been in a serious blogging funk lately. Don't be too shocked here, but I even debated giving up blogging entirely. And out of guilt for these feelings of infidelity, I haven't checked any of YOUR blogs for the past month either.

So what's been filling my time these last few weeks, now that I'm not blogging nine hours a day? Crossword puzzles. Yep. That's right. I am now a crossword master. And I was happy with my new status in life. But then I realized something: Being addicted to crossword puzzles is even MORE boring and MORE pathetic than being addicted to blogging. So, I have repented from my wayward-ness, and here I am again!

I guess I should start with a few catch-phrase re-caps of Christmas break. Hubby's broken collarbone induced by close contact with a ski slope. Wife going crazy because hubby can no longer change diapers, help with the dishes, or dress himself. Flight delay caused by Colorado Blizzard. Riley's gets the croup, vomits repeatedly for two weeks because he does not understand the concept of coughing. A full-blown tantrum on the airplane because apple juice is not a viable beverage option.

Don't worry, there was plenty of great, wonderful stuff that happened too, including, but not limited to, the following: Lots and lots of yummy food, playing in the Utah snow, laughing with friends and family.

We spent the first week of Christmas break in Texas, then flew to Utah for a week. Santa was a little too generous with Riley this year and brought him his own train set which, when set up in its entirety, is big enough to require its own area code. Sam put the thing together on Christmas day, and I'm 100 percent sure it will never be completely assembled again.

Riley was thrilled by the concept of presents, and there were lots of smiles.


And lots of excited shouts.
And lots of playing with cousins.
And cuddling with Grandma.
But then, the presents were gone. And Riley started making faces that looked like this:

Only much, much grumpier. Because let's face it, no matter how much you try to drill into your two-year-old child's head that Christmas is really about giving and love and togetherness, they're only thinking one thing on Christmas morning: "Presents, presents. I've got to grab as many of those things as I can in the shortest amount of time possible!" Anyone want to guess Riley's most oft-used phrase of the holiday season? "I yan't dat putno." For those of you who no-speaky Riley-ese, putno= present.

I guess we'll have to work harder on that for next year!