4.14.2009

Okay, I'm back and ready to spill the beans

Since my camera was incapacitated this weekend, let me go the way of Saucy and give you a written run down of imaginary photos that will partially describe this weekend.

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A picture frame with the following quote in it "Just remember, as far as everyone else in concerned, we are a nice, normal family."

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A large dog jumping and running around leaving a cloud of hair, copious amounts of drool, and screaming children in her wake.

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Beds, Beds, Beds as we all set up camp downstairs for the night. Air mattresses, foam pads, blankets, dog crates... It looks like a flop house - 6 adults, 4 kids, and two dogs.

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A trail of (big) dog shit in the bedroom you plan to sleep in tonight, beginning in the doorway and ending on #1 son's bed.

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Lots of wine, playing "Would You Rather?", Mexican dominoes, boys everywhere, people chasing big dog who is eating scissors, pens, candy wrappers, cat food, poop, rolls of fabric...

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Cups of dye, hard boiled eggs, stickers, four boys getting crafty with designs and colors for approximately 10 minutes before they loose all interest...parents, aunts, uncles, and grandmothers finishing up.

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My sister emerging from being downstairs with the kids, claiming Helper Munchkin has no idea what her name is, which sends me into an uncontrolled fit of horrified laughter, complete with snorting and tears streaming down my face. (note that this occurs after "lots of wine")

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Peeling, grating, chopping, stirring, baking, basting, glazing, tasting, and eating, eating, eating...

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Bleary-eyed Juniper and Big Guy shushing Helper Munchkin who is awake at 3:30 am announcing it is Easter and we should all get up to find our baskets.

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Four boys tearing all over the house to locate four Easter baskets that are hidden in super-sneaky spots.

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Four boys running through the front yard (40 degrees!) STEALTH-like as they search for eggs. Not a word is spoken as they focus on the prize, just the swish of the bags they carry.

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Gramma helping with breakfast and asking the kids if they want nuts on their Cheerios...huh?

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Big dog locked in the bathroom as the kids dig through their loot. Big dog begins to eat a roll of toilet paper.

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Hugs, kisses, waving goodbye as we pile into the car. "I love you!" and "See you soon!"

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Three boys stuffing their faces with candy and hard boiled eggs on the 3 1/2 hour drive home, "are we there yet?", "can I have another piece of candy?", "can we watch a movie?".

Home sweet home...

2 comments :

  1. I think not having any pictures and leaving it up to my imagination is far better!!!! I truly have vivid images of each event!

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  2. I so feel your pain. We spent a week in Williamsburg and the camera was malfunctioning. Well, actually, the chip was loaded to bursting before we got there and we were so busy we didn't have time or equipment to download stuff.

    Urgh.

    Was there really a pile of dogshit awaiting you? Blech.

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