Call me lazy or efficient, but I wanted a digital recap of our year for when the girls get older...and ask to see their {non-existent} baby books. PLUS creating a video would be way less stress than dealing with Christmas cards...right?!? HERE'S WHAT: It was all fine and dandy until the task (always completed on a time crunch of course) made me less than joyful to be around during the holidays. Sooooo for now, we are back to cards. In case you missed out on our girls growing up, you can quickly get caught up below.
The first year you may have thought you got axed from the list. What'd you miss? Jocelyn's first felony for starters....
This was the year of BARBIE, blue hair and when the monicker "Boss" was born. Boss Baby decided to change her uncle's name to "Bobby" to make it sound more like Barbie. Twenty eighteen was also the year when a quick fix to make Faye's Spirit Week vision happen....backfired real real bad. We not only stained the white tub an intense shade of blue, but we also found out "temporary" hair dye may not actually come out in a few washes. Sooooooo after months of looking at their sweet granddaughter's blue-hued hair, Faye got to visit her Meme's hair parlor to fix the error of our ways.
The year of our first nuclear family vacation and some Mardi Gras madness. The highlight for yours truly goes a bit like this....my pediatrician sister is on call, so I snag her spot on the Iris parade float. We didn't bother paying the rider change fee, so I was "Paige." No one was the wiser thanks to the tinsel wig and highly flammable fabric that covered me entirely. It's all fun and games until someone on our float passes out. The next thing I hear is the float captain saying "Thank goodness we have a doctor on board!" My cousin and her mother-in-law look at me with huge eyes as I start to silently panic inside. Praise sweet baby Jesus, a few moments later they pause the parade to let a medic on board. Great lesson to reinforce that whole "never ever lie" guideline to the girls.
As IF! You think I had the bandwidth or brain cells to carry on with this tradition during the twenty twenty dumpster fire. Ha! I just whipped this video up this week....364 days late, but 100% done so TA-Da!!!!!! Brad only makes a cameo every now and then because he was living at our chemical plant 24/5 for months making sure enough "hanitizer" was produced to save mankind and all. Meanwhile back at the ranch, I'm giving the girls way too much screen time while I work on getting my digital course modules out on time to my students. While recording a lesson one day, I captured a convo with Boss that I will treasure about how she needs to eat lunch before she can have another popsicle followed by her insistence that chips qualify as lunch. HER of course ended up getting that popsicle sans lunch....so the sound bite is a true testament to to my momming mastery during all those days that ended in "Y".
Taking the hassle out of the holidays for twenty years.