My Seven Super Summers Holiday Hilarities

Let the seven super summers now entertain you with there version of the classic Sesame Street Christmas pageant. Do you remember this all you children of the '70's? I loved it and have passed this love on to my nut heads. Poor Hannah, definitely feeling the part, channeling Bert quite well.

Bert(Hannah): Oh, wow. Oo oo, what do I play, Ernie? Santa Claus. No, no, an angel. The spirit of Christmas past, right? Well, who, who, who, who?

Ernie(Katie): A tree.

Bert(Hannah): I knew it.

Ernie(Katie): You just stand here and hold your arms out, sort of tree like. Hold out your arms there, Bert.

Bert(Hannah): I knew it.

Ernie(Katie): Oh, that’s good. Um hm. Now don’t move, Bert. Keep your arms out and try to think like a tree.

Bert(Hannah): Ernie.

Christmas Eve brought matching jammies and lots and lots of laughter, oh it was a hoot. This is what happens when my voice of reason, a.k.a. Duane is gone, the summers children all look like Santa's elves. Ben was tempted to glue his ears together(thanks Anderson Family!) to play the role even better.

These moments have been the lifeline of my entire holiday season, could not have made it with out wacky moments like The Year Mother Went Off Her Rocker And Bought Us Matching Jammies, as it shall now be known.

Awesome! Black mail at it's finest.

Could Santa's helpers be any cuter, I think not!

New Years Eve + Rock band + Apples to Apples + Spoons = A ton of fun, bad singing, stinky rhythm, sore knuckles and some pretty funky pictures of Katie!

Ringo Starr, just watch out, Helga the Horrible is taking over the drumming world.

Did you know that clay was energetic, according to grammy, and that if Martin Luther King Jr. is chosen over Texas Ben will cry? Aaahhh, nothing like playing games at 11:30 at night. As much fun as we had I have to say that by the end of the night all 5 big kids(Hannah and Emma are automatic criers) cried about loosing one game or another. Tell me what I've done wrong? When the last child had cried it was hilarious, they of course did not find the humor in it, evil I guess to laugh at their tears.

One down 49 more to go. That's the new phrase my mom came up with to count down the holiday seasons until I will be with Duane again. Sorry to plug in some sorrow, it was hard to make it through this holiday. You never know how much a person does until they're gone, Christmas and New Years were just not the same without my love.

Enjoy your families, kiss your babies, cherish all you have, and have a wonderful 2009.