We started off the festivities at Grammy and Granddaddy's (Jay's parents) with the boys helping to make the stuffing for Christmas Eve dinner. Jack has been helping with this task since he was old enough to tear bread and Kamden joined in as soon as he was old enough.
And right after I finished my Mommarazzi gig on Christmas Eve, my camera battery died. Guess what I forgot to pack? That's the battery charger for $1,000, Alex. I hijacked my Dad's camera on Christmas Day but then promptly forgot to transfer the photos to my laptop before we came home. But if this is my biggest goof, I am going to pretend that I am doing okay. Shh. I like the bubble I live in.
We also did some tobagging at Grams and Pop's (my parents) but it was bitterly cold so we just did a few runs and then headed back to our positions by the toasty warm fire. It's another Christmas tradition that we had to partake in. In your face Quasi Arctic weather.
New Year's was spent at a family party hosted by some friends. We ate, and then ate some more, and then more. Isn't that what the holidays are for? Once the men had finished watching the Canada vs US World Junior Hockey game (Canucks won in overtime - three rounds of shoot outs - or something like that, what do I know, I think Lanny McDonald was a kicker for the Roughriders) we broke out the Wii for some Rock Band.
I sang "Can't Buy Me Love" by the Beatles (I only had one "leaded" drink, I swear) and got 100%. I think they better have their Wii serviced, it's got to be broken. And Kamden and I sang Taylor Swift's "Picture to Burn". I wouldn't say I love it, but once I hear it, I sing it at the top of my lungs in my best country twang. Have I mentioned that I can't carry a tune if my life depended on it?
This practice is also called Torturing your Children Needlessly.
(Note the Christmas PJ clad dude doing bench presses? He loves to "workout".)
I guess if you are going to impulse buy, a treadmill isn't the worst thing you could buy. It's a 3.0 hp motor and solid as a rock. I can jump on it and it doesn't move. Related: it's very heavy. Assembling it was a strength training workout for Jay all on it's own. I can "help" but let's be real, I ain't much of a "help". I am awesome at supervising though. At least I think so.
We haven't decided if we will keep the elliptical or sell it. I am not sure I can part with it, it's got a special place in my heart since it's what got me motivated to get fit.
So that there was our Christmas season in a nutshell. May 2010 be filled with joy and blessings for you and your family!