Long time no post. Its hard to crank out the fine art with babies flying all over the place. And its been a long time since I’ve shared a Christmas with little kids so I’ve forgotten how crazy it is. Christmas in my teens was fun because I had much younger siblings. When I was about 12, my parent were all….And by the time I was in high-school, there were a bunch of us. At one point there were 9 people living in our house.And 4 of us hovered around 6 feet tall. That’s a lot of big people to cram in a small rental home. It looked something like this.And here was the set up.Because I was the oldest, and a girl, I had my own room WITH a door to outside. I was pretty stinking lucky. And just in case you didn’t notice a certain feature on the layout above, let me point it out for you.We had ONE bathroom. A tiny one with a 3 person occupancy allowance but we could fit up to 6.
But my room was awesome. My BFF Maggie and I would turn my bedroom upside down to find enough change for a pizza. So the pizza guy would show up to my bedroom door and try to ignore all the faces smashed in the front window, trying to get a glimpse of what we’d ordered. Within seconds we’d hear breathing and whispering on the other side of the door.But we’d ignore it and totally cram face.Until there was nothing left but the crusts.And then we’d let them in.They would descend on the crusts as if they’d been denied white bread and preservatives their entire lives. ANYWAY, back to the whole Christmas thing, it was hard to keep Christmas secrets in a house that small and that packed. One year, my parents wrapped gifts for us teenagers and they allowed Mel to help. She was about 5 and a half. And she was beside herself with glee.Daddy laid down the rules.And so they wrapped everything up and then Mel adjourned to the living room to play.And she forgot all about the gifts.
Until she heard a car pull up.And two teenagers get out.And suddenly she could think of NOTHING BUT the Christmas presents.Or more importantly, what was inside of them.And so, not even 15 minutes after she had sworn not to tell a soul….….my parents realized they had overestimated her ability to keep a secret by 2 days, 23 hours and 45 minutes. Nick’s foot hadn’t even landed on the carpet when she spilled her guts.And….well……what can you do?