Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Christmas down on the "Ranch"

After a great weekend with Marc's fam, we mosied on down to my parents' for Christmas. The boys were so excited to get Uncle Adam and new Uncle Jimmy all to themselves...something about those uncles...they can't get enough.

We enjoyed many nights of caroling...a Hrnicirik family tradition (although apparently we missed the "good" nights). I think even Marc enjoys it now. M was definitely the star this year (sorry Jimmy, maybe you will can practice and be it next year). He stood in front, often holding the goody, singing and dancing to songs...ones he was still learning the lyrics. But he sang out loud and proud...oh to be 4 again!

As usual, we got way too much from a very generous Santa and all had a grand time full of food, fun, love and controlled chaos.

The boys, but B in particular pretty much lived on "tWeats". Ahh...good ole' grandma's house...with goodies in little trays and bowls everywhere. If B wasn't eating dinner, grandma just sprinkled it with reeses pieces, of course. As you might imagine, we have spent the past month trying to undo the treat bonanza. B wakes up and asks for "tweats" right away. I figured that if he was going to be asking so much, we should work on the pronunciation. So, Marc and I worked with him. Say "R". Say "rabbit". Ok, say "tReat". So now it is, "Mommy, I want a Rrrabbit, tweat." Nice try.

3 comments:

Lailani Ali said...

I haven't seen carolers in YEARS. It's nice to know that some people are still doing it. And with gusto!

Also, I am not surprised that your mom keeps tweats everywhere. Her mother does the same. I swear you can't go 3 feet in any direction at Grandma's place without running into a candy dish.

Newton said...

Adorable! I want some of Mom's rabbit tweats right now!

Christy said...

haha! That's funny!