I always hated that song. No, they don't know it's Christmas in Africa because most of them aren't Christian so therefore, don't celebrate the day of Christ's birth. Nothing says overprivileged white American like asking if there is Christmas in Africa. Hey! Bandaid! Is there Christmas in India? What about Iran? Do they celebrate Christmas? Should we send them a Santa card? Ugh.
Sorry. Rant over. This week was Christmas. I spent most of the week working, but it was rather quiet so we didn't have insane hours. I worked Christmas Eve morning and then headed to my sister's house. She had the Pepperoni Bread and Tomato soup waiting for me when I got up there. Reagan was like, dude, who are you? but she at least gave me a hug before bed time. After Reagan went to bed, Kerry continued to track Santa and we set up Reagan's new tent. Kerry opened the box and immediately said "where the hell am I going to put this thing?" It took up her entire "dining" room. I laughed. (PS. Stealing pictures from Kerry's blog because we used her camera for the most part.)
Kerry wearing Reagan's tent
Kerry and I woke up before Peanut on Christmas Morning. Kerry woke her up and took her immediately into the kitchen for breakfast so she wouldn't see everything and want to play rather than eat. Reagan was let out of her highchair after breakfast and she took off towards that tent. She was so excited!
She was still a little to young to fully grasp the concept of Christmas and opening gifts. She would delicately pick at the paper and when it didn't tear easily, she would hand it to Kerry. She seemed completely pleased about every gift she got, whether it was clothing, books, DVD's or actual toys.
Every couple of gifts she would grab Kerry's hand and drag her over to the tent to play in the tent/ball pit.
My parents gave me some smaller gifts and gift cards to WalMart which I later used to buy a vacuum cleaner. Kerry, Boz, Reagan and the dogs gave me a toaster and a blender but most importantly, Kerry Santa gave me FunDip in my stocking. Do you remember this stuff? It rocks!!
Some Videos From Christmas Morning:
Reagan likes to read to herself
She likes to pull everything out of Kerry's kitchen cabinets, then sit in this drawer.
I became a master Playdoh sculptor. I made an aircraft carrier for Boz complete with airplanes, a shark, and a pirate ship:
Kerry's neighbors invited us over for Christmas dinner. We had steaks from the grill that were seriously comparable to some of the $90 steaks I've had in LA. Even better than 1 or 2 of them. They also made really good broccoli casserole, twice baked potatos, salad...the dinner was yummy and the family is so fun.
I ended up going home that Sunday. I wanted to have some time in LA to get things done that I needed done. Stuff like buying a vacuum cleaner, vacuuming the floor, going to trivia, going to the chiropractor, picking up my mail. I was supposed to return Wednesday, but it was rainy all day and I missed my 3pm deadline (to aviod LA rush hour). Since the road I have to drive on is this:
I called Kerry and told her I was coming up early Thursday instead.
We didn't really do much, but we did have lots of fun. I swear my sister is the only person who can make me laugh so hard that I cry. There is one other person in the world who can make me do that...New Years, we got dolled up in our finest, me in my snuggie, Kerry in her PJ pants and watched The Hangover. Reagan rang in the New Year like this:
Kerry has decided this would be the year of her, and I have taken that New Year's resolution to heart. I'm going to make this the year of Diana unless I'm with Kerry in which it will be all about her. There are some things I would like to work on such as self-esteem, eating/health/fitness and generally thinking more positively. I am so lucky, I have a lot of love in my life, I live in a beautiful city where it is warm all the time, I have a job with endless opportunities...not to mention that I am way cooler than the average bear...maybe not according to my co-workers who watch Jersey Shore and listen to Lady Gaga, but according to me I am really cool. Now I just need to start believing that. :o)
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