Some People Just Don't Care for Sugarplums

My statute of limitations on blogs is about a week....if I haven't blogged it in a week, I probably won't. This is my Christmas Eve Blog one week later. We really did have a nice Christmas Eve in spite of myself . Corey was supposed to work all day, but was sent home at noon because of all the snow......ALL THIS SNOW...stay focused Vanessa....I will save my snow blog for another day.  Anyway, back to Christmas Eve.  Corey knows that I get grumpy if I don't exercise and wisely immediately sent me out snowshoeing. While on my trudge through the snow (I gave up on the snowshoes because they just sink in this genre of snow), I created my own visions of how the rest of the day would transpire. It went kinda like this: 

' I will return home refreshed and exhilarated.  The entire family will float to the kitchen to contribute to the preparing of their favorite dishes for Christmas Eve dinner, while listening and humming along to Handel's Messiah. Perhaps some cartoon song birds will fly on the windowsill and accompany the music or help put the linens on the table. As darkness falls and with only the light of the candles, we will simultaneously sit down together for our Christmas Eve meal....conversing about the magic of Christmas, the happiness we are experiencing just being together, etc. etc. You get the picture. After dinner is done (the birds will clean this up, of course) we will settle down for our Christmas Eve program which will consist of singing our favorite carols, reverently reading from Luke 2, and discussing the overwhelmingly convincing conclusion that giving is far superior to receiving. This will continue for several hours at least. With the first sign of a yawn, the family gifts will be opened and quickly donning the new Christmas Eve pajamas, the children will giggle, lay out their stockings and scuttle of to bed for their own dancing visions of sugarplums.'

It really went like this. I was exhausted after my hike through the snow. Only Corey helped me make dinner. The kids groaned when I put on the Messiah and no helpful birds made an appearance. Ansel played with the candles, the shrimp was rotten, and the meal was over in 12.4 minutes. Our Christmas Eve program consisted only of me and Ansel singing carols with the rest of the family covering their ears.

Music was such a huge part of my Christmas Eve growing up that I am sure my 'celebratory' aggression has traumatized my children a bit. I imagine I must seem like the Wicked Witch of Wenceslas, threatening to eat my children if they don't sing 'Silent Night'. I remembered this year and will probably have to reremember next year that I can't force my visions and personal magic of Christmas down my children's vocal chords. It is my personal magic and I should savor it and then savor the magic that the children are creating on their own...sans maternal intervention. I think traditions are important and see the excitement of some of these traditions in their little faces. The problem arose when I tried to suffocate them with a tradition that they just don't want right now. Trying to squeeze my evening into a tailored gown is a sure way of ending up depressed. Corey does a superb job of letting the kids be who they are. He tries to keep me grounded in that way.

I'm speculating that Mary had envisioned the circumstances surrounding the birth of her son a little differently. There must have been a point of letting go...of submitting to faith . A point when she decided to go with the flow, knowing that she was a witness to a gift of love and  a humble observor to the miracles that were taking place around her.

We open our family gifts on Christmas Eve. The kids had each thought about and purchased a gift for each member of the family. This is so much better than Christmas for me because I love observing the happy anticipatory face of the giver as the receiver opens his or her gift. I was a witness to miracles that were taking place around me and all I had to do was sit there and watch.

Savanna gave Ansel a Lego jet plane. I think he liked it.

Emmy gave Ansel a much desired Doodle Pro. They played with it together for an hour that night

Ansel, the victim of commercialization, was convinced that I needed and wanted to the "Ove" Glove. I think he truly believes that I will no longer burn the cookies. He was so excited about his gift that I really did need and want the now named "Love" Glove.

The day after the girls both put Gel Pens on their Christmas list, Ansel made me take him to the store to get them. They were the first gifts under the tree.

Ansel gave Corey some die-cast cars that they have been collecting. Corey is truly as excited as he looks.

Emmy picked a Barbie for Savanna.

Savanna chose a webkinz bear for Emmy. She knows her well.

The Dog Ate my Holiday Letter

I sent out Christmas cards this year. I promise. In fact, I made two batches.  I know that many of you received the first successful launch of Christmas cards and can vouch for me. I also know that some of you or many of you didn't get the dud batch.  This totally sounds like some lame excuse a student would throw at a teacher when he or she didn't complete an assignment, right? So this is what happened. I completed a stack of cards and then ran out of envelopes. My second batch of envelopes (bartered with cash at World Market, by the way, and may have been crafted by Marco Polo himself...I'm trying to remain positive about my purchase) were, I believe, made out of gold wax paper and were obviously not Marketable in any World that I know of.  Only 2 have been positively identified as reaching their destination. 

 

First of all, these wax paper envelopes would not accept ink of any kind.  Being a problem solver and ardent homework finisher, I made sticky labels and addressed them.  And sent them....yes, WITH stamps....to those of you who are 'in the know' of my spurts of "puffy brain".  Everything seemed to be going according to plan.  But then, the next day, some of these golden envelopes reappeared in my mailbox because my homemade address labels had peeled off, having fallen victim either to the slippery make of the envelope, the sneaky clutches of a label thief, or from the frigid electron rejecting below freezing temperatures.   The next time I successfully pried open our frozen mailbox, two more had been rejected because the stamp had escaped or had been stolen...desperate times may call for stamp stealing  (yes, you could see the mark of the stamp....oh, ye of little faith in me).  Obviously, I didn't receive any that had our return address labels peeled off. These were made by the World Wildlife Foundation and I think these devoted heroes and heroines are serious and efficient about saving the animals because these labels STUCK......earning another donation this year. However, if anyone spies any unmarked gold envelopes creeping around their neighborhood,  you can guess from whence they most likely did originate. But don't touch it... and notify the authorities....just in case.  I just don't trust those gold mysterious envelopes.

This all wouldn't be that big of a deal if we hadn't been snorkeling through the snow the past week. Getting to the mailbox down our road was a major accomplishment. Excuses Excuses. So I can open them and find out who didn't get them and resend them. But until then, we are going out of town tomorrow and I don't have any functional envelopes...it shouldn't take that much for an envelope to be functional, should it? Sheesh. 

I just want those of you who didn't receive their cards to know that we thought of you and are still thinking of you. I have heard that some fellow humans despise 'happy perfect' family holiday cards and some even go so far as ridiculing them in public.  I am not sure if I have any closeted "holiday letter hater" friends and family.   I personally love receiving them, even if they are people I don't know all that well. So, for those of you who defied the odds of the gold envelope and DID  receive your cards and letters, Redirect your Blogging elsewhere. For those of you who HATE holiday cards and letters and were fortunate enough not to receive ours, smile at your narrow escape and go on your merry way. For those of you who do enjoy our holiday letters and DIDN'T receive yours, linger a little longer.  And for the record, we are Happy some of the time, Sad some of the time, Angry some of the time, Hungry all the time, and Perfect none of the time.  

Judd Family 2008
Proposed House Legislation That Has Absolutely No Chance of Passing

I. PROPOSITION 125 authored by Corey Judd (old)

Proposal to limit stuffed animals in the house to 125. This equates to approximately 41.333 stuffed animals per child. Any additional fake animals found on the premises will be considered a threat to family space and consequentially confiscated. Any family member who feels the overwhelming inclination to acquire another stuffed animal is urged to step outside the premises and play with the REAL animals (i.e. deer, frogs, coyotes, bark beetles, chipmunks, ticks, porcupines, and the left and right winged owls.) that frequent our 10 acres. Their will be no limits, however, on biking gear or ski paraphernalia.

Opposition submitted by Savanna: We would not need so many stuffed animals if Founding Parents would only allow us ownership of even one furry pet. Furthermore, there is convincing evidence that if Founding Father would just strap a stuffed animal to his handlebars while riding to work, he would be just as enamored with it as we are.

II. INITIATIVE ANTI-CACAO: SEPARATION OF SCHOOL AND CHOCOLATE authored by Ansel (almost 5)

Chocolate is a blatant attack on personal happiness and well-being. Members shall not attend preschool if chocolate is going to be served as a snack. Constituents are free to spit out any chocolate accidentally ingested at any time and in any location. In 1982, only 10% of Halloween Candy consisted of chocolate. Today, the percentage has risen to 86%. This is an alarming statistic. If the distribution of chocolate is not curbed and eschewed, chocolate will be widely accepted as a breakfast entrée and the next thing you know, we will be kicking balls of chocolate in soccer classes.

Opposition submitted by Vanessa: You can never have too much chocolate and I already accept it as a breakfast entrée.

III. REFERENDUM ROTE GRINDWORK authored by Savanna Judd (almost 11)

The existing legislation in place that requires residing students to complete homework in a timely manner shall be overturned and amended to state that homework is OPTIONAL IF residing student is writing a medieval novel. Residing students lose precious writing time at piano lessons, Spanish class, swimming lessons and other various mandatory family outings. School work that is returned with LATE marks shall be overlooked and/or praised for being completed.

Opposition submitted by Corey: Lateness will never be accepted. In fact, I am working on submitting legislation that will require schoolwork to be completed before it is even handed out.

IV. PLEBISCITE INCOGREADO authored by Emmy (almost 9)

Passage of this would make it perfectly acceptable to hide in the corner of bedrooms whilst reading. This law will also allow for unlimited nonresponse to any solicitations or requests for revealing one’s location. Reading a book shall be an activity that is equated with not actually being present in the home.

Opposition submitted by Ansel: The Drafters and Framers of our new home included more than enough living space. There is no reason to be smashing oneself in crevices. We should be running freely through the home, jumping on beds, and sliding down banisters.

V. BALLOT MEASURE 12-1 authored by Vanessa (older)

It is the intent of the Founding Mother of this Union to uphold Freedom of Expression through the medium of SONG. This right has been thwarted, booed, and even forcibly squelched by little hands over mouth. The ratio of time spent chauffeuring, cooking, cleaning, folding laundry, helping with homework, packing lunches, nagging, etc. to time allotted for ditty singing shall be 12 to 1. For example, for every hour of nurturing and protecting, Founding mother is granted 5 minutes of uncensored harmonics.

Opposition submitted by Emmy: This ballot question would be considered if Founding Mother could sing the correct words to even one song.

MERRY CHRISTMAS

Love the Judd Family

Happy 9th Birthday Emmy!!!

 Emerson Asher entered this world less than a fortnight before the new millennium, or as most of us remember it, Y2K.   There were constant mumblings that there would be universal chaos , the global economic infrastructure would collapse, and that possibly the entire world would go dark at midnight on January 1, 2000.  Some apocalyptic wishful thinkers even speculated the end of the world.  Committees were formed and people were scrambling to prepare themselves for what was to come.   It wasn't until the safe passing of the main event itself, January 1, 2000, that public fears were fully quelled and  our hope in the stability of the world was reinforced. My hope for peace and light in the world was reinforced 13 days earlier, on December 18th, 1999.  A new being has a way of doing that.  

Prior to Emmy's birth, I, too infrequently, experienced several paradigm refining moments in which my ambitions and intentions were all inclusively decontaminated by the reminder than I am part of something much bigger than myself...something that knows I am capable of giving more.  I usually received this cathartic purification on the trail of a solitary hike, during an inspiring conversation,  or while reading a soul-evolutary passage in a book.  These moments resulted in wide awake late nights not poisoned by the typical guilt and fear, but by the eager anticipation of starting the next day a new and better person.  

There is something about Emmy that invokes this feeling on a regular basis.  Even as a baby, people would identify something wise and peaceful in her nature.  Just being near her makes me want to be a better person. 

Admittedly, I still have days when my desire to hide from the world overtakes my ambition to help make it a livable and lovable place for my children...when I am brimming with pessimism and question my reckless behavior in bringing these children into this troubled world. But it is more often that I recognize that it is my children that have truly brought me into the world they see.....a world full of hope, mercy, potential and simple wishes

So on this day, I wish to celebrate Emmy with my traditional birthday list of facts:

1.I had a crazy Bolivian doula for Emmy's natural birth.  She made me color a birthing ball and got mad when I wasn't coloring with enough enthusiasm.  

2. We were moved onto a separate floor in the hospital because of all the millennium babies being born (we promise, we were not birthing a child at this time for all the prizes)

3.  Corey had finished his finals and his mother had flown into town the same moments I started labor.  What a convenient baby...other than the middle of the night stop and go labor. 

4. weighed exactly 8 pounds 

5.  We had her name picked when I was pregnant, but didn't know I was pregnant.

6.  Slept for 20 hours a day...as opposed to Savanna's crying 20 hours a day

7.  Landed a paying modeling job for Cracker Barrel at 6 months.  

8. Was a lady bug for her first Halloween

9.  Let Savanna poke and prod her all she wanted

10. Started walking at 10 months

1 year 

11. Got 4 shots and a fever on her first birthday.  What was I thinking?

12. Emmy fell asleep in her food all the time

13. Was the messiest eater ever

14.  Has dreams about eating and grabs at the air

15.  Her nickname is Boofus

16. Emmy loved to dress up.  She must have been completely saturated, because now she hates to wear even a skirt or jeans.....prefers sweat pants every day.

17. The word "danny" was used in every situation that requires any emotion.  If she is scared, she says, "DANNY" and if she is excited she says ,"DANNY"  It is a word we heard a lot of.  In fact, we started saying it as well.

18. moved from St. Louis to Spokane

19. won't go to sleep unless I am holding her hand

20.  let's Savanna talk her into making huge messes

2 years

21. Becomes pathologically attached to a water balloon

22. Was a rabbit for her 2nd Halloween

23. Will eat a whole can of black beans for breakfast

24. Loves beans, cheese, mango, rice, meatloaf, pizza, artichokes, popcorn and carrots

25. Does not like potatoes, orange juice, cereal, asparagus

26. She is hungry all the time

27.  Particularly loves her Dad, Uncles, and Grandpas

28.  added a crayon to the Soup while I was making dinner because she wanted it to be pink

29.  falls off picnic table benches constantly

30. used to love to sing and dance...but now she hates it

3 yrs old

30. Received a thorough haircut from Savanna during dinner.  All she had to say about it was, "my dinner is ruined."  We turned it into a darling pixie cut and so she...

31.was Tinkerbell for her 3rd Halloween

32. Had a popcorn kernel stuck in her nose for 6 weeks

33. took ice skating lessons

34. loves to climb trees

35. I used an explicative when I burned my hand while making dinner.  Emmy asked "Is that the   Spanish word for BURN?"

36. looks for fairies wherever we go

37. Went through a huge Peter Pan phase and was obsessed with pixie dust

38. Goes to Disney land

39.  asks if she will be "Emmy Incorporated" after she gets married

40.  Prays for the fairies to be safe

4 years

41. Wonders, "Do Barbies speak Chinese because they were make in China?"

42. Exclaims sadly, "I don't like Ansel because he is too breakable"

43. Says on her 4th birthday, "Remember that I am the birthday girl and I rule the day?"

44. Trips on the sidewalk and breaks her arm

45. Tasted her first alcoholic beverage at 4 yrs old (unintentionally, of course)

46. Went Trick-or-Treating with some neighbor girls a month BEFORE Halloween and came home with plenty of candy.

47.  called 911 for no reason

48. Has hyper mobility (the real term for being double jointed)

49.  Asked me one day, "Mom, do you feel empty inside?"

50.  Will always let the other person win 

Kindergarten

50. Emmy has a lot of headaches this year and has an MRI

51. took a climbing class and became a real spider monkey

52. played on a soccer team and never won a game...but had a lot of fun

53. drew a million fairies 

54. took a ballet class and hated it

55. saved all of her allowance for hungry children 

56. was an angel for her 5th Halloween

57. went to speech therapy and finished in record time

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58. Emmy started skiing this year and picked it up without hesitation

59. Emmy is very fidgety.  I wonder where she got this from?

60.  loves squishy things

1st grade

61. was a dragon for her 6th Halloween

62. drew a million bees in 1st grade and made a few into stories

63. Emmy is very adventurous and will try anything new.

64. She fails to recognize her "dizzy" limits and has thrown up on several occasions.

65. Emmy loves to Run and MOVE

66. Set her Pogo sticking record at 2000 in a row

67. She Also loves to Read Quietly for hours
68. Wrote this poem that received school-wide recognition

Dark liquid

Hardly looks like water

Full Of unknown creatures

What forgotten treasures lay down there?

The sand dances with the tide

To the shore

Revealing the secrets of the shells

Beneath the sea

69. Made a book of poetry

70. She jump ropes in the house and the neighbor is annoyed

71. Emmy hates to get in trouble

72. Emmy is always the first one asleep and the first one awake

73. Likes me to create 'Harry Potter teams up with Shaggy and Scooby'  stories to pass the time while hiking

74. Will cross any downed log....no matter how high or dangerous

2nd grade

75. was a fairy for her 7th Halloween

76. she HATES putting anything in her hair

77. Had a pet jelly fish for a week

78. She does not like to be called Emerson....maybe someday. 

79. She gets some pretty brutal spontaneous bloody noses

80. Has true empathy and puts other's happiness before her own

81. had a pet goldfish for one day

82. wants to be where Savanna is almost all the time....I'm hoping this lasts through the teen-aged years.

83. Says she wants to be a teacher 

3rd grade

84. was a black cat for her 8th Halloween

85. She is very organized and takes care of her things...always has the cleanest room.

86. She NEEDS her stuffed bunny to fall asleep and watch scary movies

87. She takes school very seriously 

88. Learned to cross-stitch and makes her own patterns

89. Doesn't love to talk to adults or talk on the phone

90. She is VERY picky about her shirts.  The collars have to be just right and no itchy TAGS

I love you, Emmy

Mom