For the record, no matter what his other flaws might be, I married an intelligent man.
When faced with a choice between music that apparently the majority of people in the car on the way to Grandma's house felt was the best of all possible worlds, what with its steady thumping beats, electric guitar riffs, and rock-style vocals..... and a wife on the verge of break-down tears because not a single one of them wants to sing Christmas carols with her anymore, let alone hear them playing in the car on the stereo, thus sucking all the Christmas magic out of my season.......
He changed the radio station. And told the boys to sit back and shut up if they couldn't bring themselves to sing along. And dammit, Sports Mama, you wanted this Christmas music so here it is.... get singing!
Winter Wonderland took on a whole new meaning.
I have not gotten to sleep in past 6 am on Christmas morning. EVER.
For the first 8 years or so, it was because I was too excited to sleep any longer.
For the next 10 years it was because I had younger brothers that were too excited to sleep any longer.
For the 14 years since then, its because I have had children who won't sleep any longer.
I find myself impatient for the year when both my boys sleep in before they get everyone up to open gifts. And then I get a bit melancholy, because that will be the year I no longer have little boys, but instead have young men.
However, I think that might be a decent trade off for an extra three hours of sleep.
Root beer floats.
Super yummy. Super creamy. Super foamy. I love these! They are the best things ever invented to do with a can of root beer and a scoop (or three!) of vanilla ice cream.
Nothing has the power to make a little girl smile quite like trying to suck ice cream through a straw, and the taste of ice-creamy root beer.
And my brother-in-law has made this perfect treat every night for the last couple of nights for my six year old nieces. Are they lucky, or what?
All I can say is Coach is part of a fantastic gene pool.
I have tremendous hope for the future of my boys as husbands and fathers.