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> <channel><title>Really, Are You Serious? &#124; Atlanta Mom Blogger &#187; holidays</title> <atom:link href="http://www.reallyareyouserious.com/category/holidays/feed" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" /><link>http://www.reallyareyouserious.com</link> <description>Spunky Comments on My Worldly Surroundings</description> <lastBuildDate>Thu, 09 Feb 2012 04:06:18 +0000</lastBuildDate> <language>en</language> <sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod> <sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency> <generator>http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1</generator> <item><title>The holidays</title><link>http://www.reallyareyouserious.com/2011/12/the-holidays.html</link> <comments>http://www.reallyareyouserious.com/2011/12/the-holidays.html#comments</comments> <pubDate>Thu, 08 Dec 2011 12:49:44 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Krystyn</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[holidays]]></category> <category><![CDATA[christmas]]></category> <category><![CDATA[comfort]]></category> <category><![CDATA[cookies]]></category> <category><![CDATA[family]]></category> <category><![CDATA[food]]></category> <guid
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style="font-size: 11px;"><em>This post is sponsored by <a
href="http://clk.atdmt.com/AVE/go/354243774/direct/01/">Tempur-Pedic</a>, the brand millions of owners trust to deliver their best night’s sleep every night. Enjoy our Buy 2, get 1 free pillow offer now and give the gift of custom comfort to someone you love.</em></p><p>I've had a couple interesting interactions in the past couple days surrounding the holidays, and it made me realize something.  I'm not a holiday traditions person.  The tree doesn't go up on a certain date, we don't have certain Christmas activities that need to happen, we don't have an Elf.  It's just Christmas and that's how it happens.</p><p>And, then I was asked if I feel pressure to make sure the magic of Christmas happens for our girls.  My first answer was no.  But, then I thought about it, and yes, I do feel pressure.  I'm typically in charge of all of the Christmas wish lists and making sure that all of the gifts are purchased and plans are made.  So, yes, I guess I do feel pressure.</p><p>But I also realized that I've got all of my Christmas comforts right here.  While they enjoy the Christmas tree, and the lights and the decorations and the festivities, being with each other is the most important part of Christmas to me.  These three (soon to be four) people are all of the Christmas comfort I need.</p><p><img
style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="serious family 2010.png" src="http://www.reallyareyouserious.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/serious-family-2010.png" border="0" alt="serious family 2010" width="320" height="468" /></p><p>Between going to church and being reminded of the reason we celebrate this season, and these adorable people, I've really got all of the traditions and comfort I need.</p><p><img
style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="girls under the tree.png" src="http://www.reallyareyouserious.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/girls-under-the-tree.png" border="0" alt="girls under the tree" width="178" height="264" /></p><p>Well, and sometimes some cookies.  Because things are typically better when there is sugar and butter involved.</p><p><img
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style="text-align: center;"><strong>What are your holiday comforts?</strong></p><p
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isPermaLink="false">http://www.reallyareyouserious.com/?p=254</guid> <description><![CDATA[<img
align="left" hspace="5" width="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po9DwrKMDxU/SrmDcvWimDI/AAAAAAAAEBA/j7KuFx9jxUs/s400/DSC_3910.JPG" class="alignleft wp-post-image tfe" alt="" title="" />Whew. Yesterday was interesting. We were home because of the flooding in the area and schools being closed. Schools including our daycare. Of course, Isabelle DID NOT sleep in. Up at 6:15. I swear I could set a clock to her time. And, she typically lets me know she's awake by screaming "I'M A.WAAAKKKKEEEE!" Yeah. [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p></p><div
style="text-align: left;">Whew.  Yesterday was interesting.  We were home because of the <a
href="http://www.reallyareyouserious.com/2009/09/great-rain-of-2009.html">flooding</a> in the area and schools being closed.  Schools including our daycare.</p><p>Of course, Isabelle DID NOT sleep in.  Up at 6:15.  I swear I could set a clock to her time.  And, she typically lets me know she's awake by screaming "I'M A.WAAAKKKKEEEE!"  Yeah.  It's that pleasant.</p><p>After breakfast and getting every body squared away, we had a mini tv-a-thon.  The roads were still bad, so we had to stay in.  A little tv never hurt, right?</p><p>And, holy cuteness, Natalie is adorable.  She loves to climb into the chair (yeah, it's Isabelle's, but she never uses it), turn around, sit down and give the biggest smile.</p><p>I had to capture that on film.  I've sort of been on a camera hiatus, and this definitely re-motivated me.</div><div
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style="font-size:78%;">click to enlarge if you'd like.  you can see her adorable chompers.</span></div><div
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style="text-align: left;">Then, Izzy was all "take my picture, too, mommy!  Take my picture, too!"</p><p>So, I did.</div></div><div
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style="text-align: left;">At my mom's prompting, after putting Natalie down for her morning nap, Izzy and I whipped up some cookies.</p><p>Izzy's idea of making cookies involves sitting in the chair nearest the bowl the dough is in and eating spoonfuls of it.</p><p>So, I actually made the cookies.  She just ate them.</p><p>But, rats, our oven is horrible. <a
href="http://www.electroluxusa.com/welcome/">Elecrolux</a>, did you hear that?  We need a new oven!  The temperature is all over the place.  I know this because there is another thermometer that we placed inside the oven to tell confirm what I thought (more on that in a second).</p><p>So, this is what happens when your oven is no good.  Flat, crispy cookies.  Baking FAIL #320,546,966!</div></div><div
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style="text-align: left;">Fortunately, neither Izzy, nor Mr. Serious complained about them.</p><p>What you don't see here is the dough that spilled over the side of the cookie sheet and onto the racks in the oven.  So, I decided an oven cleaning was in order.</p><p>I waited until the kiddos were in bed (thank goodness, because the oven and stove top get REALLY hot), and set it to clean.</p><p>I left the kitchen, and came back a couple minutes later.</p><p>Holy crap!!!!  My oven is ON FIRE!</p><p>What to do....what to do?  I pulled on the oven door, and was reminded that it was locked.  Oh, well.  Can't do anything about it.</p><p>So, what's a good blogger to do?  Take a picture of said inferno in the oven.</div></div><div
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style="text-align: left;">Thankfully, it went out shortly after.  Whew.  That was a close one.</p><p>In the afternoon, the girls were TIRED on being in the house.  And so was I!</p><p>"Let me out!  Let.me.out!"</div></div><div
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style="text-align: left;">Wait.  What is this?  They are sitting next to each other and being cute and smiling?</div><div
style="text-align: center;"><a
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style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po9DwrKMDxU/SrmDepa8YyI/AAAAAAAAEBg/6-Uk5i2Jz6s/s400/DSC_3927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384479392036315938" border="0" /></a></div><div
style="text-align: center;"><div
style="text-align: left;">And, then Natalie tried to get me...</div></div><div
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style="text-align: center;"><div
style="text-align: left;">and Izzy trying to be mommy, tried to stop her from getting away...</div></div><div
style="text-align: center;"><a
onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po9DwrKMDxU/SrmD4r_jGrI/AAAAAAAAEB4/qbxovqnu9wo/s1600-h/DSC_3934.JPG"><img
src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po9DwrKMDxU/SrmD4r_jGrI/AAAAAAAAEB4/qbxovqnu9wo/s400/DSC_3934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384479839403317938" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div>Of course, Natalie is just at strong willed as Isabelle and she got away.</p><p>We then headed to the library where there were only 2 (okay, maybe 3) breakdowns.</p><p>And, then, I got a call that school was canceled today (which meant daycare was closed) but that I needed to come in.  Yeah, that's not going to happen.</p><p>And, then the choirs sang and I got an email that daycare was going to be open today!</p><p>So, it's back to work for me!</div><p><a
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style="text-align: center;">I've been MIA lately...we've had lots of visitors.</div><p><div
style="text-align: center;">So, I just want to wish everybody a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!</div><p><div
style="text-align: center;">Talk with you on the flip side.</div><div
style="text-align: center;">(You know you wanted to see this one again)!</p><p><a
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