Rage Against The Minivan

I continue in my 15 minutes of fame as the woman who loves/hates minivans, depending on where you’re reading. So controversial, I am!! It’s like a telephone game.  I made anti-minivan remarks!  I’m the woman who fell in love with the minivan!   (Um, no.)  I’m riding on the coattails of Rage Against the Machine and should be ashamed of myself! I think that my being quoted on any of this conversation is utterly amusing, especially because I could care less about . . .

All week long I’ve seen bloggers recapping their year with some of their favorite posts.  This sounded like a good idea, so I thought I would do it.  And then I sat down and thought about where to start.  January seemed like the obvious place.  I lived a lifetime in January of 2010. 2010 has been a hard year.  Brutally emotional, exhausting, fulfilling, and stressful.  When I pulled up my January posts, I winced at the first few . . . silly posts about the . . .

Today was my birthday.  I spent the entire day thinking that I was turning 37 today.  I gave quite a bit of thought about the fact that I am no longer mid-thirties.  I thought about how old 37 seemed, and how brief life was, and the ways I wanted to be different as I enter my LATE THIRTIES (dun dun DUNNNNN).  This age just really felt like a milestone. Around 11pm tonight, a friend pointed out that I am 36 today, not 37.  If I’m honest, I think that tops any birthday . . .

(Part 1 is here) Where were we?  Christmas Eve. We had breakfast with friends. Mark took the kids to the park while I played Santa. It seemed a little strange to have the kids open gifts in their clothes.  So even though it was well past noon when they got home from the park, I made them change into their pajamas before entering the house.  And the rest was pure Christmas magic. Snack break. Kembe and Karis think the djembe drum covers make nice hats.  . . .

I have taken an obscene amount of photos over the past five days.  I have lots to say about flying with our four kids for the first time, and the subsequent 8-hour 3-family road trip, but I’m just give you a teaser because I have previously-taken photos to post, and I don’t want mess up the time-space continuum by posting out-of-order.  So, I leave you with this little spoiler alert: it was both better and worse than I thought it would be there was puking there but by the . . .

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