Flarp!

I can't believe I'm dedicating an entire post to Flarp, but someone asked so I thought I'd explain. When Savannah was threatening to run away to the amusement park, along with every baby doll she owns she packed her Flarp. Flarp first made its entrance into our world at a friend's house... they had flarp sitting out while we were watching football... and then they gave Savannah some for her birthday. It's a hit.

According to urbandictionary.com, Flarp is "A musical toy, also known as 'noise putty.' The noise coming from the toy 'flarp.' The best toy in the world. Makes fart like noises causing one to laugh continuously. If placed on a wooden surface, it sounds like farting on wooden chair."

A rude source of giggling. Entertainment for hours. A great stocking stuffer!

A Crafty Christmas

It would appear as though everyone in my world is getting homemade Christmas gifts this year. That's not REALLY the case, but I've certainly spent my fair share of time crafting these days.

Exhibit # 2594:

A fabulously cute and crafty (and easy!) (and cheap!) gift for any teacher on your list. I bought a shadow box (which was 50% off at Michael's this weekend - score!), hot-glued some whole and broken crayons to piece of black cardstock paper, wrote Savannah's teacher's name with a white paint pen, and... bada-bing, bada-boom! How cute!

Next time I'll try to center my letter in the box. And wipe away the fingerprints. Doh!

Oh Christmas Tree...

... or lack thereof! My poor child has only had a Christmas tree once in her life and probably doesn't remember it. She was one... now she's four... and we still don't have a tree. Bless her heart! The holidays are busy for us, generally spent travelling to places that aren't covered in snow (hellelujah!). We don't buy real Christmas trees because the house is usually empty for the two-ish weeks surrounding Christmas, leaving a dead tree (and a fire hazard!) to greet us upon our return to the Great White North. And, sure, it would be easy enough to buy a fake tree... but it takes so long to decorate... which means it takes even longer to un-decorate. And that's just not stress I need when returning from the travel that inevitably surrounds Christmas. So sorry Savannah, you're stuck with this...

Yes, there are six stockings going up the stairs.

No, six people do not live in my house.

These are what we call 'decorations', people!

This is the first house we've had that doesn't have a plug near the stairs.

Makes me sad because my garland has no lights. :(

Ah-ha! Lights! On the garland on the mantle! Yea!! :)

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care...

... in hopes that St. Nick will find us in Alabama!!

For more cute Christmas decorations, head on over here!

**UPDATE: If y'all are looking for the ornament in my header (which are also hanging next to the stockings on the fireplace), you can see how easy they are here!

Our Little Runaway

Savannah spent quite a bit of time loading her most prized possessions up in her stroller tonight. Her response to the logical question of what she was doing: I'm running away! Really? Already?! She's only 4... I'm sure my brother, who 'ran away' more times than I can count, was at least 5 or 6 the first time he threatened to run away! Where was she running, you may ask? To the amusement park... when it was -12C outside... with 50 km/h winds that made it feel like it was -23C. To all our American friends that need help with the conversions (no worries, I Google it every day!), that equates to 10F with 31mph winds making it feel like it's -9F. No, that negative sign in front of the number nine was not an accident. Yes, it's pointless to shovel snow from your driveway when wind like that will just blow your neighbor's snow right on over to your house anyway. And, heck no, I did not set one foot outside my house today. But Savannah? It didn't matter to her. She was going to go ride some rollercoasters. Without a coat. Or mittens. Just her and her babies.

What, two babies isn't enough?!

Fine then! Two in the stroller, two in the Snugli,

one in the carseat (hung on the stroller handle), and one here...

That would be Baby Nicholas... in the Halloween Pumpkin!

At least she remembered hor Dora slippers...
And the Flarp!

Dear Santa...

Savannah and I went to Chapters this morning... that's the Canadian version of Barnes & Noble, complete with Starbucks! As we were searching for a few Christmas books to buy, Savannah decided she wanted EVERY. BOOK. IN. THE. STORE. She's a reader, what can I say?! I told her that we couldn't buy every book because momma isn't made of money (the exchange rate? yeah, it hurts!) I bargained with her by telling her that maybe she can add specific books to her Christmas list, because there are lots of people out there that want to buy Christmas presents for cute little girls. Her response: "Momma, I'll write a letter to Santa when we get home and tell him what I want."

That being said, I present to you Savannah's first ever letter to Santa...

Aaah, the little one filfills the "every girl wants a pony" stereotype at the ripe ole age of 4. And, yes, she's talking about a real pony... not the plastic 'My Little Pony' that has been purchased in abundance. Shhh... But this is just too darling!! Merry Christmas, y'all!

What's the Good Word?!

TO HELL WITH GEORGIA!!

It is done. The streak is over. And this Canadian is so excited for her Yellow Jackets. Seven years is a long time to deal with the taunting of those Bulldog fans... a long time! Ladies and Gentlemen, I present the following:

It's up with the White and Gold, down with the Red and Black
Georgia Tech is out for the victory.
We'll drop the battle axe on Georgia's head,
When we meet her our team is sure to beat her.
Down on the old farm, there will be no sound,
Till our bow wows rip through the air.
When the battle is over, Georgia's team will be found
With the Yellow Jackets swarming round!!

Wordle!!

Have y'all seen this? It is SO much fun! Check out Wordle and have some fun of your own.

Psst... it's a great idea for Christmas!