Why tinsel is no longer welcome in the Belanger household…
(There is some debate as to who actually took the bite of the inedible gingerbread cookie ornament. So, to be fair, it might actually have been like this:
The tinsel was eventually fished from Ashley’s eye, but the ornament remained in disgrace for decades to follow. Here is the only photo I have of the ornament:
No, no– ignore how cute Charlotte is cuddling Rapunzel and how dazzling my mom looks in her greeny-yellow sweater. Focus on that bit of tinsel, please. It won an award, you know.
Every year since we were little, the five of us have drawn names for a Secret Santa gift exchange. Although I’d love to tell you that the following happened a long, long time ago, it actually happened just last week. And it wasn’t too surprising.
We wound up having to re-draw 4 times this year.
Anyone else have parents who would seat the kids at a separate table in restaurants?
I’m very pleased to announce that Darla over at She’s a Maineiac has chosen me as her Blogger of the Month for November! Head on over for interview questions and answers and stay for the coffee, plaid, and funny blog posts that could only come from Darla. See you there!
Deep in the woods behind our house– okay, technically less than half a mile in the woods behind our house– there grew the spookiest tree in the world. The moment I first laid on it, it gave me chills. Even just the memory of it today gives me the willies. If a tree could be haunted, this one was haunted. If a tree could be cursed, this one was cursed. If a tree could dance naked by the light of the full moon and then go cackling away on a broomstick… this tree surely did.
I found a satellite image of the ol’ woods this morning and was thrilled to find that the Hands-Down Tree still stands. Now, I realize this is a bit like looking at a stranger’s ultrasound photo, but for the benefit of my sisters and some childhood friends, here is the image:
Look! You can still see it! It stands to this day! I hope some other kids have found it and now it invades their nightmares. Um, I mean that in the tenderest way possible. I miss you, old Tree.
Anyone who ever spent more than ten minutes at our house became familiar with this rule.
Previous house rules:
Rule No. 1
Rule No. 2
Rule No. 3
I always felt really sorry for our paperboy.