Mama Mia Chronicles

Marry Christmas to Everyone!!! I hope you all are enjoying your post-Christmas-pre-New Year week.
At the moment I'm making a bean soup from leftover ham from Christmas. We still have so much food left over, but I just could not let good ham bone go to waste! This is the first time I'm making bean soup myself, and I am so excited about it! It always takes me back to the kindergarten when we had the best bean soup ever!!! Yup, we actually had stews and soups in kindergarten back in the day and in my lovely country.

Now, as for cookies goes, I forgot to take a picture of the finished product, but I've managed to find one from last year, and the finished product looks very similar:

I do have a bunch of picture of the process of making these:

My kids work hard!

Yeah, and there is my shirtless kid, too! He just popped in.

So, then I decided to try to make a Gingerbread House with my boys, and let me tell you, there was no end to frustration there. I seriously doubt my sanity after that debacle. It all started nice and innocent with me making an icing, and than it turns into this:

The house just would not stand up!
So, I abandon my pursuit of gingerbread house, and I decide to make a Christmas tree kit instead. I mean, how hard can it be to stack up bunch of stars one on top of another. Deep down my ego was deeply wounded that I could not get that house to stand up. Maybe I should not have used last years kit after all.
So this is how our tree looked like:

I was still upset about that house, so I decided to give it another try:

Do not look at it, do not touch it, do not breath at it!

Then, some kid action was in order, and we have our final product:

It looks just like on the picture, doesn't it!?! Well, maybe a little on a sad and sloppy side. If you are wondering what is all the green on the roof, that was a leftover icing from the tree:-). Now, about an hour later my older kid comes running to me that 'roof fell of the house'! So, I just let them eat the candy.

Ms. D.

Christmas this year feels a lot different than the years before. I have a feeling that focus is changing from material to more of an atmospheric. At lest my children are not really constantly bugging me about presents. It was so simple this year. I just told them to tell Santa what they want and that was it. Well, they still want everything they see on TV, but I am so accustomed to that that I just ignore them. I even had a really candid conversation with my older one after he failed, in spite of his best efforts, to buckle himself in his car seat. I told him that I will get him a new car seat for Christmas instead of toys. His response was, does that mean that I will get no toys at all? I had to crack up at his thought process. Mind you, this is a boy who last year told us that he doesn't need Santa because he has grandma. I told him that he will probably get something from Santa and grandma, but he is getting car seat from me, and he was fine with it.

So, really strange things are happening. I got my baby a Levi's jeans.

Yup, that is a butt of a 3yo.

And this is a real deal!

My baby was a part of a Christmas program at school this year. And if you are wondering what he was...

He was a Star!!! It doesn't get more important than that.



Mama's joy and happiness spent most of the program picking his nose!

But he also posed for mommy and didn't do much else. Mama's joy, I tell you! Being a Star is a hard and important job. Mama was so proud of him.

Christmas preparations, aka Baking Cookies, coming soon...

Ms D.

My husband is a blonde:-)

And I say that with all the love in the world! Last night we were waiting for him to get home because we were having Thai for dinner, and needed his order. So I call him to get an ETA, and I get this..." Let me call you back. I lost my car." Um...ok..WHAT?? After about 15 minutes I could not contain myself and called him back. Call me crazy! So this is how the conversation goes:

Me: So..um...what did you mean when you said that you lost your car? Literally?
Him: Yeah. I parked it in a new parking garage and don't know where.
Me: Seriously (channeling my inner Meredith Grey)?!
Him: Uh uh.
Me: How does one do THAT??
Him: Well, when I was driving in this morning I wasn't paying attention and since my regular garage was full I just used another, and now can't remember where that was, exactly.
Me: (again) Seriously?!
Him: Yeah, and I have have been to two already and still no luck.

Sufficed to say I was quite amused and more than a little incredulous! He eventually found it and had to do a tuck 'n roll manouver to get in as they were already closed, but he came home looking very sheepish.

Then, to add to my amusement this is the conversation between the two adult males currently residing at my house:

DD's: So, you find your car?
Mine: Yeah...eventually
DD's: I would make fun of you, but I totally understand *insert me raising my eyebrows to high heaven here*
Mine: Uh huh
DD's: It's all about the 'nea, isn't it?!

IDIOTS!!:-)

Last night I attempted to get a Christmas Card picture, these pictures speak volumes on how it went... needless to say there will not be any Christmas cards this year. I'm just a bit to overwhelmed to add this task to my list of things to do. Fa la la la la la la la la.

Well, I had a trip to the dentist yesterday. Actually it all started way back (few months ago), when I woke up with a toothache. I had a tooth that needed to be taken out, but I did not do it and it did not give me any problems so far, so I did not bather to do anything about it. Then, when the tooth started making me pay attention to its existence, in way only tooth can, I decided to subjugate myself yet again to the wonderful breed of people called- dentists, or "butchers" if you've ever mentioned them to me in person.

Now, I have a long history of encounters with these lovely people. I've had 7, now 8 root canals. So, my new dentist tells me I can either pull the tooth out or have another root canal and crown. I, the sucker I am, opted to save my tooth, so that the upper ones won't fall down. So, my dentist sends me to orthodontist for root canal, and to my wonderful amazement, I was done in half an hour, with minimal damages to the surrounding area of my tooth.

Now I go back to yesterday, where I went back to get my tooth ready for the crown. It took them 2 hours just to prepare it. They did give me local and I could still feel him drilling my gums in order to dig tooth out for the crown. Half way through it I was crying, drooling and chocking on my own blood. Nothing like a smell and taste of your own blood. After drilling for two hours I got up of the chair and felt like I've been beaten with the stick for two hours. Then I was late to pick up my child from preschool.

Anyway, to get back to the title of the post. Close to the end of the ordeal, my dentist looks at me and tells me that there is no enough room for porcelain crown. He said that my only option is gold crown. Thank Jesus, Mary and Joseph that this is the very last tooth in the back of my mouth. But yeah, I get to have a gold tooth. Now how twisted is that.

Ms D.

I hate them! They are EVIL! There you go, I said it!

Ms D.