Ordinary Blog Post and I-bombs

My friend Amy told me the other day that she loved my blog because most blogs are like, "Look at this cool thing I did, Look at this cool thing I saw, Look how awesome I am."  So since Amy told me that, all I can think about is, "Man, my Christmas tree is so cool, I should blog about how cool it is."  or "Man, that was so cool how we went and cut our Christmas tree at the EOM Christmas Tree farm, I should blog about how cool we are."  or "Wow, it is so awesome how Cecilia calls everyone 'idiot,' all the time . . . I have to blog about that."

Not only did I take pictures of how cool our Christmas tree is, but I posted them here, for you viewing pleasure.  Cool, huh?  (Amy, I hope you're laughing as hard as I am.)  How do you like the picture of us posing under the tree, like a family of dorks?  Pretty cool, huh!

Seriously, it has about 30 pine cones all over it and they're not just hangy-down pine cones, they're curved in whimsical poses, so it is truly magical.  The only bummer is that it fell over or rather was pulled over (as the truth finally came out) by a certain Francesca, who was attempting to pick a pine cone off of the tree.  No one was hurt.  We were on our way out the door for music class and I couldn't get it back in the tree stand properly so I had to prop it against the wall, barely dipping into the water trough.  Since then, we re-decorated it and threw away all the broken ornaments (note to self - don't buy glass ornaments with small children around) but now I think our tree is dying.  I mean - I know its dying, its a cut down tree, but its not drinking ANY water, and considering that its only December 6th, the tree may not make it at this rate.  Andrew is going to drill holes in the bottom and see if that allows the tree to drink.  I just am not in the mood to take it down, re-cut it and re-decorate it again.  The other cool thing about our cool tree is that the pine cones crackle.  They make this cracking sound as they open up.  I've never had a tree that made noise before, so it seems more alive than just decor.  It feels like its breathing.  

On the Cecilia calling everyone "idiot," subject - AAAAARRRGH!  Britney Spears comes to mind just about now, when she recently said that her children say "f*ck" sometimes and, "I don't talk like that around them, so they definitely don't get it from me," and I'm going, Yeah - Riiight.  Britney Spears looks like a girl that could drop some f-bombs, but I'm going to give her the benefit of the doubt and say that her children probably got it from her bodyguards or Kevin.  But seriously, we aren't potty mouths around here.  We say, "silly," and "sillygoose," I DO NOT CALL ANYONE IDIOT . . . except for pets.  When the cat jumps on the table (which is disgusting in itself) but misses and pulls the table cloth off the table along with everything else on the table, I have definitely said, "Aaah! You idiot!"  And when I'm at my mom's house and the dogs are barking non-stop, I've been known to say, "Bandit!  Hush, you idiot!"  Its terrible, I know, but you have no idea how terrible it is to have your barely 2 year old get frustrated and point at you and scream, "Mommy!  You idiot!"  Or get mad and start calling her friends idiots at the park?  I could just come unglued!!!  And the look she gets on her face when she says it is pure meangirl.  She's 2!  I could totally handle her dropping f-bombs, better than I have handled the "idiot," phase.  This suuuucks!!!!  A 2-year-old calling everyone an idiot, is somehow so unnerving.  I just can't handle it!  I tried time-outs, I tried erase and replace, I tried time-outs again.  When Francesca was about the same age, she picked up "godd*mnit," from Andrew and our neighbor, Layne Brown.  She would use it in perfect context, "Godd*mnit, I can't get my hat on!"  We responded calmly, without reacting, by saying, "Dingdangit, you can't get your hat on?"  And voila - erased and replaced the g.d. word. But Cecilia, man, she'll sit at the table going through a list of people, calling them idiots, one, by one.  "Grandpa uh idiot, Granny uh idiot, Auntie Desi uh idiot, Chaka (Francesca) uh idiot," etc., etc., etc.  This "idiot," phase is a b*tch!