Early Christmases

The Christmas Breakfast at school is a Pretty Big Deal.   Everyone brings their family.  The weeks leading up to the breakfast are filled with smack talking emails in which "reply all" is standard and it's a wonder no one loses his/her email privileges.  And the only way to be a sure fire hit at the Christmas Breakfast is to have a baby with you, so I had decided this year, I wasn't going to go unless one Maximus A. Jagiello could be my date.  Lucky for me, he rarely has dates and just needed a ride.  Friday morning I drove to my parents and picked up the stinking cutest baby ever.  My mother had dressed him in his Santa outfit and when we walked into the Christmas breakfast (after I had to wrestle him out of the car seat, having been unsuccessful at removing the car seat from the base) there was a collective "Oh, how cute."  Renee said, "Oh Bethany he's precious."  And then she chastised me when I responded, "I know!"  "Bethany," she said, "you're supposed to just say 'thank you'"  I said, "I'm not his momma!  I'll say I know! when people say he's cute because he sure is!"  Peggy took him around and introduced him to everyone as mine and I said, "Great Peggy, people are thinking, well no wonder Bethany got so fat and was out at the beginning of the year."

Then I spent all afternoon at my mom and dad's house.  I babysat while they went and got their tree and  then Max and I watched and laughed, when they, as is classic Mom and Dad, nearly got divorced over whether the tree was straight in the tree stand.

Saturday, Sara and Jessica and I did Christmas.  I had great plans to make snowman cake pops.  Let me tell you, they were going to be the Bomb.  I had pretzel sticks for the arms, mini Reces Pieces for the hat and candy for his eyes and nose.  Only turns out making cake pops requires some skill and I ended up with a big fat mess and was unable to make anything look remotely edible.  Jessica made me and Sara aprons, presumably so that we can be domestic goddesses and have better luck finding men.    They are pretty cool.

Yesterday, we propped this guy up in front of the tree and said, "Be cute!"  I think he did pretty good.

What my cake pops were supposed to look like from bakerella.com: