Christmas past and presents

I am writing this post early morning of Christmas Eve. There are so many important things to do and I realize that no one is reading my little blog. But blogging to me has become relaxing and somewhat satisfying.
So today I blog.
Last night I locked my bedroom door, took out all our accumulated gifts and sorted them into piles.
Brett, Lauren, Wade…etc.
I looked it over and tried not to panic.
Was it enough? Was it too much?
Are the kids going to be happy?
Could I have done more?
Then as I looked at all that brand new "stuff"
I wondered;
Which toys are likely going to be disregarded in a matter of days?
It happens…in every home, I think.
Toys and gifts that are bought with the highest expectations eventually end up at the bottom of the toy box.
Except for some.
This is my favorite toy ever purchased.
The little yellow boat

It was Christmas 1996.
Brett was just one year old. Dean and I took our only child to the University Mall in Orem to Christmas shop. While there, we went into ZCMI II?
Remember that place?
We were browsing around, and just letting Brett run amuck in the toy isle.
Brett found this little boat and immediately climbed in. He was in love...turning the wheel, spinning the knobs, rocking it furiously back and forth. It was quite a sight. Dean and I stood there just smiling and watching Brett with no intentions of buying the boat.
Then a lady who was also watching Brett's delight said...
”If you don’t buy that for him, I will.”
I probably should've taken her up on that since I remember that the $30 we spent was kind of a big deal at the time.

But we have loved this boat ever since.
It has survived six toddlers, and has taken quite a beating.
It has been played with outside, but never left outside.
This is an inside boat.
If a handcart pulls up tomorrow and makes me leave my home and all it‘s possessions…
the boat is going with me.
It’s my “Woody and Buzz”

So today, on this glorious day of celebration, preparation and contemplation-
I am trying to keep it all in perspective.

Kids are simple.
They are generally happy if you are happy for them. (unless they are teenagers)
Here is a picture of my little hooligans playing their favorite game of...
"lets go get all the blankets and pillows in the whole house and roll down the stairs until someone starts bleeding." If only I could wrap that up and put it under the tree.
All the best to you and yours.
Merry Christmas


“I’m getting nuttin for Christmas” (Director’s cut)

This is a production by the Roberts kids; Brett, Lauren, Wade, River and Kal;
performed last Wednesday night at our ward Christmas party. Even though the performers struggle a little at the chorus, their little routine brought down the house. As the director and mother I have to say I've seen them better and their mistakes are going to cost them. But to tell you the truth, it was pretty cute. After the performance, everyone was giving Kal high-five and telling him how cute he was.
Kal is now fielding calls from agents and signing autographs.
This act is rated PG (pretty good).


I am not frugal!

When we were freshman in college, my older sister Brooke and I were having a sit-down talk with our parents about the usual;
responsibility, personal finances
…blah, blah, blah.

My Dad could see that Brooke was getting sensitive, so he lovingly said…
”honey, I know you are being frugal…”

Brooke jumped up off the couch ready to walk out and dramatically shouted
Stunned, my Dad grinned a little then calmly said…
”Uh…I don’t think you know what that means Brookie.”
It was so funny. I still tease her about it.
Ever since then I have always loved the word “frugal.”

And it seems now all of a sudden it’s hip to be frugal.
Some of the most popular websites and blogs are dedicated to showing off their frugality.

Dean will argue otherwise, but I do love being thrifty.
Case in point…

Last month I was at DI looking for some new underwear and bed sheets (just kidding)…
I was looking for a rabbit cage for Lauren’s new rabbit.
While there I glanced down on the bottom shelf and saw a brand new stovetop all wrapped up still in the box with the protective plastic still around it.
The price tag said $30 dollars. Forget it, I thought.
Then I called Dean and he said, sure bring it home.
Needless to say it fit like a glove.
Dean and the boys lifted the old one out, and slid the new one in place practically during a commercial break.
For my own satisfaction, I looked up our model number on line, and found out the cooktop retails at Sears and Lowes for .. $799.00…SEVEN HUNDRED NINETY NINE DOLLARS!

Yeah, I slept well that night. My question is; who throws this stuff out?

THE BEFORE: the old 1970's monster that came with the the house, took ten minutes to boil water, had only one working burner, and years of caked on yumminess

THE AFTER: a clean, mean cooking machine


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