My dad called us a few days before Christmas and said that he was wanting to get my mom a Wii for Christmas, and they were all sold out in Canada. My Man and I were able to find them one after much searching. After playing with it,and seeing the work out you can get playing it, we decided that if we could find one, we would buy one as well. We finally found one around New Years, and now it is our new addiction.
Miss P loves playing it, she caught on really quickly to pitching, and tries her best with the other sports. Mostly dancing around pushing buttons to see what happens. We have had some fun boxing matches, and addicted one of our friends.
Miss P has a great imagination. The other night she was sitting next to me on the floor watching TV. All of a sudden she starts talking to herself, well she was talking to Grandpa W.
"Grandpa Collin..." "Grandpa Collin..." "You go upstairs..." "Ok....."
The other day we were talking with my parents on Skype, and my dad had been upstairs at my parents house, and my mom called him down so he could talk with Miss P. It is amazing what she remembers and picks up.
Her and my parents have a special bond. She always looks forward to Grandpa coming because he takes her outside to play and goes for walks with her, and grandma spoils her, tells her stories, sings to her, even rolls up her window, with a car that doesn't have air conditioning when it is boiling hot outside, because her granddaughter thinks it is too windy.
When my family came for Christmas this year, we went to the outlets to meet them. Well My Man thought Miss P needed to be pimped out as a cowgirl, totally not what I hope my little girl will grow up to be. This is a pictures of Grandma and Miss P with her "Ah Hoo" hat, or what I call it " Hill Billy Hat" .
A few months ago, I asked Miss P to go up to her room and get some clothes. She came back down in a diaper and a pair of panties, and her bathing suit half way on. Then she told me that she wanted to go outside, remember this is winter. So I told her to go get some shoes, which she came back with her rain boots. All the while My Man was questioning my sanity, as I was going to let her go out back. I knew she wouldn't last, she was out for about 10 seconds before she realized, it wasn't the best outfit for this time of year.
I am the fourth child in my family. When I was born my mom was probably excited to finally have a little girly princess, especially after having three boys before me. Having three older brothers, I turned out to be not that girly after all. I would rather hang out with the boys, as girls annoyed me. Boys seemed to have more fun and were more adventurous. My dad always said he was going to send me away to finishing school one day, well then my mission call came to Temple Square, Wow 180 sisters on 10 aces of ground.(Which I would never change, even though when I opened my call I said "Oh Crap") Then I got married and and got pregnant, and my husband was hoping and wishing and telling my stomach it was a boy.Heavenly Father has a sense of humor, we have a beautiful little hormonal girl.
I have not been one who enjoys crafts, and since I have had here, I have done more crafty girly things then I have ever done in my life. Peyton is apart of a play ground on Thursdays, and the kids come to our place once a month. They get to play and then we do an activity. I have turned into the mom, who goes on the computer and tries to find the cutest thing to make, because all 2 year olds need cute little crafts to do.
I have been talking with My Man lately that Miss P needs to be doing jobs around the house. Today I went on the internet to look at job charts. Yes buying one would have been way easier, but now Miss P has a personalized girly chart. It was actually fun to make, and have her help me, even though most of the time she just wanted to play in all the fabric.
It has been fun tonight to see her get excited about the chart, she went and started to unload the dishwasher all by her self, so she could earn a flower.
When my computer stops having issues, I will add pictures to this post.
We had the best Christmas this year, okay well maybe the funnest. My family came in from Canada and we (12 adults and 5 kids) had Christmas at Uncle R and Aunt J's.
There are two stories to why this was the funnest and best Christmas.
My Man is not a lover of Winnie the Pooh or Barney, he tells everyone that they are the devil. He has taught Miss P to call Barney "Evil Barney". My Man has told everyone that anything to do with these two characters are not allowed in our house. Too bad, that while he was away and we were in Canada, she got to know who Winnie the Pooh and Barney are. My mom and sister made a trip to Toronto before Christmas and came back with a gift from my Uncle J for My Man. We had all played it up and told him he was getting this great gift from Jim. He tried to get it out of us all what it was, with no such luck. Christmas morning came, and it was time to open the Uncle J gift. I thought he was going to kill us all, with those dirty looks. He opened the box and looked inside to see a singing Winnie the Pooh Christmas bear. We all got a really good laugh. Look out though Uncle J, he did say something about pay back.
I think he was trying to leave it at Uncle R and Aunt J's, but that wasn't going to happen as Miss P loves the thing.
When it came time to think of Christmas gifts this year, My Man told me all he wanted was a gas powered Radio Control truck. He was out of town working before Christmas, and emailed me a site that sold them for cheaper and which ones he really liked.
I was on the phone to him the night he emailed me the site and I saw the prices, and told him we will have to see as they are kind of expensive, all along I was in the process of paying for it online.
He came back with this story. He said when he was about 12yrs old he told "Santa" ALL he wanted was a portable CD player so he could listen to his music. Christmas eve came, family was in town so he gave up his room for them to sleep in. He took his blanket and pillow to the living room to sleep with the rest of the grandkids. He said he had been such a good kid that year and he was positive he was getting a CD player as that is all he wanted, so he placed his CD case under his pillow, so in the morning he could listen to his CD's. Christmas morning came, and they opened gifts, and low and behold when it was his time to open his gift, he got a soccer ball the size of a watermelon.
Needless to say he was crushed, Santa messed up.
My Man really shouldn't tell me stories like this. As I waited for his truck to be delivered, I had told my mom and Aunt J about the story, which then the story was passed around the family and we came up with a plan to make his dreams come true.
Christmas morning came and My Man opened a big box, which had a picture of the RC truck on the outside of it. I had planned in advance for everyone to tell him to open the box, so they could see the truck. My Man was so excited, he had gotten his truck that he wanted so bad. He opened the box to take a look at it and in the bottom was a portable CD player with a note that I wrote " Miss P and I felt bad that Santa screwed up years ago. We thought we would fulfill a little boys dream. Sorry the truck was too expensive, maybe next year".
I don't think I have seen someone crushed so quickly. Yes, I am so mean. Everyone laughed as the story was told about the CD player, (even though they all knew what was going on), told him that sucked about the truck, and then we continued to open gifts.
We got down to the last gifts to be opened and there were two medium boxes left. I had marked one for Miss P and one for my sister in law Aunt C, which I had marked "open last". We had Miss P come over and had My Man help her open this big box, which turned out to be the real RC truck, and Aunt C had the gas for the truck. He was like a little kid, so excited that he actually got the truck. It was a blast, and made for some great memories. I will just have to be careful next year with what I ask for.
It was a great Christmas with a ton of gifts, lots of really good food, great company and many wonderful memories.
My Man and I have vowed though, next year one gift each.
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