As I was reading through Angie’s blog I realized that she tagged me in this fun little Christmas questionnaire thing!
I had a serious post planned for today, but per usual I am pushing that back. whomp. Maybe I wouldn’t be such an emotional wreck if I could actually let out some emotions. Double whomp. Either way, here goes the fun Christmas questionnaire. Feel free to steal it from me.
Spreading Reindeer food
1. Describe Christmas morning at your house when you were a child. Well technically I am still considered a “child” because I am not married with no plans of being so anytime soon. But if we are talking itsy-bitsy child… My parents locked us into our rooms until 8am. We were under no circumstances allowed to wake up our parents until 8am. The 8am rule only started after we could tell time, but before that Christmas probably started at 6:30am. The parents would be on their twelfth cup of coffee and the children would line up on the stairs for our annual stair picture. Once the picture was over and my dad had taken enough video with his handy dandy video camera of us yelling at each other, we were allowed to battle to the death to see who got into the playroom first. No joke, we push each other into walls and trip each other… whatever it takes. It isn’t to see if Santa came necessarily… it is because we want to win at everything. Welcome to a competitive family! It used to be so easy for me and John to always win because Jared and Jacob were smaller. Even though they were on a lower step John Robert and I would frogger move over their shoulders into Christmas glory. But now everybody is bigger me, AND I AM ON THE BACK ROW. It sucks. Last year Jared picked me up and threw me into the wall. I am not lying. Ish gets real on Christmas. Then we open our Christmas in order of who found the pickle. It used to be oldest to youngest every year just because we wanted to make sure Jacob was last, but now we have something a little more fair going on. After opening stockings and presents we head upstairs of a delicious Christmas breakfast and then enjoy the rest of the day playing with our gadgets. This usually means teaching my parents/grandparents how to use whatever they got for Christmas. I don’t know how I got to be the resident Apple Genius, but it happened. Now that we are all older a nap is thrown in.
2. Most memorable gift. The glass fish mobile. But we can’t forget my week late Christmas present, Tercy.
3. Did I believe in Santa as a child? Shoot homeboy, the Polar Express is going to pick me up on Christmas Eve this year. I still believe in the idea of Santa Claus, even though I “know.” … but really, you never really know. They say parents do it, but there are presents from Santa under the tree every year and those cookies are gone. Blame it on my dad all you want. I don’t think it will hit me until I have children of my own and have to deal with it all myself. Just another reason to stick to fur babies.
4. What is your favorite holiday recipe? Well, the only thing my family allows me to make is Muddy Buddy Mix. It is seriously the only thing I am allowed to touch in the kitchen during Christmas. And I make a lot of it… I get my yearly kitchen hours trying to keep up with my brothers empty stomachs.
5. How will I spend Christmas day this year? Like all the other years. haha It will be weird this year without my grandparents though. They have come spent Christmas with us the past four or five years and it has always been so nice to have them in our step picture and my Mimi’s rolls. Let’s get serious. I will miss those delicious homemade carbs.