Why I hate laundry...

I have decided that when you procrastinate blogging it becomes a lot like laundry; overwhelming. I am sure you all know that good feeling that comes when you remember to do a load every day or so and your laundry basket never spills over onto the floor and you don't have to punch down the clothes to fool everyone into thinking you've really got it all together. And I am quite certain that you can also relate to the massive pile of folding that accumulates when you put off doing laundry until there is nothing left to wear and you are forced to make yourself a slave to the 60 minute cycle on your dryer for an entire day. I really hate folding the clothes at the end of a day like that. The pile seems absolutely insurmountable.

At the moment I am feeling the same way about my blog, I have put it off so long that the list of things I need to blog about has become impossibly long. But, as with laundry, there is nothing to do but settle in and get to it. So here it goes. (I should mention that one of my greatest laundry sins is overloading the washer, it is a fault that may have spilled over into this post so I apologize in advance).
We have had a couple of snowstorms this year and every time we do Oliver insists on going outside to build a "snowman tall, tall tall." Actually, I build the snowman whilst he plants himself face down on the lawn and licks up the snow, he can't seem to get enough of it. When it warmed up again and his snowman got "small, small, small" rather than let it go to waste he came and asked for a spoon so he could go out and eat it. (He does avoid the dirty, yellow stuff - so I guess that is good). Sam took a break from his studies a few weeks ago to go pheasant hunting with his Dad in South Dakota. He had a great time on his well deserved break. He has put in a lot of hard work at school and we are now counting down the days to graduation, there are only six days, two finals, and one massive project lying between him and freedom from formal education. We have had a great time at Mines and are glad we chose to go there. The nation-wide rankings for Operations Research programs came out last week and Sam's program was ranked number one in the country. Go Mines!! I guess that is what you get at a school full of nerds. Seriously it is geekdom over there. On one of our first weeks in Golden we attended the combined Mines' married/singles ward and all I can say is that it made me very glad to be already married. I'm not the first one to say that, the girl:guy ratio at Mines is 1:5 and as far as dating is concerned the saying goes, "the odds are good, but the good are odd" and I'd have to say I agree.

Oliver learned how to use the camera, I just downloaded about a hundred pictures of the carpet and various house plants, all I can say is thank goodness for digital cameras. Ollie seems growing by leaps and bounds these days. He is such a good talker now and will recount things that happened weeks and weeks ago - he never seems to forget anything. He notices everything and I am constantly amazed at what he picks up on. I have been thinking for the past few weeks that I should start to teach him his alphabet - I neglected to do anything about it however, so he seems to have taken things into his own hands. The other day we were video chatting with Sam and I showed him how to type a letter and send it to his daddy. He got so excited and started typing letters and naming them as he went along. I know he likes to sing the ABC song, but I didn't know he could recognize any of the printed letters, I guess I owe Sesame Street for that one.

When we were in Colorado Springs I saw the cutest knit hats called "gnome domes." I told my super-talented sister-in-law about them and this is what she came up with. Aren't they adorable? Thanks again Caci.

Ollie isn't the only one who is growing up. Our little Ruby isn't quite so little anymore either. She smiles and talks and has started grabbing onto things as well. Her cheeks seem to get chubbier every day and she now has a permanent double chin (a feature that she seems to be pulling off a lot better than her equally chubby mother).

This year I decided to learn how to dip chocolates. I would have to say that I am not very good yet. I did however dip a couple perfect looking caramels. I was so proud of this one that I had to take a picture. Just look at it, no feet and the swirl is so pretty!! I was still revelling in the beauty of my one good chocolate when my parents came home with a tin of chocolates dipped by my aunt - every single one of hers was pretty, so I guess I have a ways to go. My one consolation this year has been the fact that chocolates taste good no matter what they look like. May be I will have to ask Aunt Pam for lessons next year.

I took Oliver to see Santa this year, the following is the conversation that transpired:

Santa: Would you like to come sit on Santa's lap?

Ollie: Nope

Santa: Can your mom sit next to me and you can sit on her lap?

Ollie: Nope

Santa: Can you tell me what you would like for Christmas?

Ollie: A candy cane

Santa: Are you sure that is all you want, may be you should come sit next to me and we could talk about that.

Ollie: Nope

Santa: Well is there anything that I can bring for your little sister?

Ollie: A pine cone.

The end. (as you can see Oliver only got close enough to grab hold of the candy cane)

I would just like to announce here that my children are now friends, that is right - they actually seem to like each other. Oliver is so gentle with Ruby, he is always concerned about her and if he is not around when she goes down for a nap he likes to tip-toe into her room to say good night. Sometimes he even climbs into her bed and plays there quietly while she sleeps. The other day we were driving and Oliver wriggled out of the top part of his car seat and leaned over and took hold of Ruby's car seat with both hands shouting, "Hold on Ruby, hold on, the cars are coming." I guess that means he is even willing to sacrifice himself for her. Thanks Ollie.

Of course, Christmas would not be Christmas if we didn't get to make gingerbread houses at Grandma and Grandpa Cornwells' house. I spread frosting all over Oliver's so he could stick candy where ever he wanted, thus he dubbed it "the white house." I am pretty sure he was more into the train under the tree than the candy though.

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Whew, I did it. And the best part is, there are no piles to put away, so I guess blogging isn't as bad a laundry after all.