I wish I could make a cartoon of my life, because some days, it certainly feels that I am in one cartoon square after another.....
It's taken me two days to find the time to write about a rather hilarious moment in the world of catholicmomma that happened on Sunday.
For the sake of not giving away my "family Christmas photo" and ruin the fun of it all, I'll just post the above photos of two super cute minions in my home. One of whom is experiencing her first actual snowfall and the other who is just a rookie with two years experience.
They had been predicting this snow for a few weeks. Actually, I was hoping the European model was more accurate, because it had the other areas other than snow country (south of us) getting up to a foot of snow.
But no such luck was in store for us. So we had to settle for a few inches of the white stuff.
Alrite, where was I? Oh yes, Christmas pictures and cartoon life.
I had been contemplating a day when all seven of the children would actually be home at the same time, not napping, not needing a nap, not hungry, not working, not having sports, band, etc (the window is small my friends, very small) and mentioning in passing how I would like to take a family photo of everyone one day soon. Money is very tight in my home, so the more I can save by "DIY" the better.
Last Friday, it was 71 degrees. I was so hoping to get them outside in the beautiful fall day and get some cute ones, but of course, as large families go, baby was asleep before oldest had to go to work and it was dark by the time we were all together because it gets dark at 3 pm these days.... (ok, really 5pm, but it feels like midnite by 5 pm)
Saturday I was at a conference all day promoting our women's conference for next year and Saturday night my oldest again had to work.....
See a pattern here?
So, Sunday, while my oldest was at driving school, I had the hair brained idea that getting a photo with them in their snow suits and standing with the Christmas trees in the back would be AWESOME!!! (disclaimer-they are apparently not called Christmas trees up here, but in fact, are called things from firs to spruce-I know, terribly wrong. They're Christmas trees...duh...)
Here is what I envisioned...
|I've no idea who these people are....|
Anyway, it was a train wreck in the making. If I was good at making cartoons, I would draw a cartoon depicting the entire scenario starting with when the almost 17 year old got home from class and immediately began complaining that her coat was too small....
I knew I was forgetting to order someone something for winter this year.....
Then the fight ensued over the hat my son should wear. That hat may be permanently MIA.
The middle child said her hair was an oily mess. (Isn't that what hats were made for??)
The babies were rested and ready, but the wind was blowing so hard it was scaring the youngest one.
The photo session lasted all of 3.2 minutes with mounds of complaints.
"My eyes are watering."
"Can we go in?"
"Can we have hot chocolate?"
"Are we done yet?" (which I quickly corrected and said we are not chicken in an oven....)
Wah, wah, wah, wah.
And I was the one just wearing a hooded sweatshirt!! These kids these days!!
Fortunately, my superhero hubs was outside with us, doing the best to entertain the two Taz's into smiling willingly, but the ultimate photo that was chosen has a rather smirky boy,two squinty teen girls, an overzealouly smiling pre-teen, an 8 year old who FINALLY opened her eyes, a three year old more interested in the snow in the Christmas trees, and a rather devilishly smiling 22 month old.....
All in all a success I think..... you tell me after you receive the card....bahahahahahaha.....