For weeks we think relaxation is right around the corner. As soon as JDP finishes work and starts his six-month leave, we can relax we think. Then work finishes and it's time to host Christmas. ESP spends about three straight days in the kitchen!
| SMP with her cousins on Christmas morning |
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| SJP cuddling with her Grandma |
Christmas Dinner
12
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Adults
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6
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Children
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27.5
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Pounds of turkey
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14
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Feet of table
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700
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Square feet of space
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The kids have a blast, especially during "The Amazing Christmas Race" that JDP puts together in the Ravine. The marshmallow roast portion of the race is a spectacular hit (SMP doesn't want to stop roasting her marshmallow - it is a burnt little crisp of nothing by the time she is finished and we have to pry the stick out of her vice-grip hands). We overhear our oldest nephew commenting "I can't believe we get to roast and eat marshmallows!"
Once Christmas is over, we can relax we think. Christmas wraps up, and it is time to pack up, clean up, and clear out of our house. Our tenant is set to move in on January 1. We think that six days is plenty of time to get it all done, but it takes six solid days to do it all! As Jan 1 fast approaches we find ourselves cramming things into Rubbermaid bins and stashing them unlabeled, unorganized, and un-ever-to-be-found-again, under the stairs, in the rafters of the garage, at JDP's parents' place, and even in our truck.
| The 'perfect marshmallow' roasting challenge of the race |
Now we can relax we think. We have five whole days before we leave. But it takes five whole days (of course) to decide and pack what we need for a 14-hour flight and 5-month trip to Australia with a toddler and a baby.
The Gear (Amazingly within allowable limits)
2
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Large suitcases
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3
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Small suitcases
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1
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Rubbermaid bin
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2
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Car seats (heavy)
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2
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Day packs
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1
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Diaper bag
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1
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Double stroller (Chariot)
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1
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Toddler suitcase
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1
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Toddler backpack
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1
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Pillow
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1
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Stuffed dog - AKA 'Puppy'
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Big thanks to Popo and Grampa for all the help with feeding, bouncing, and bathing babies while we agonized over critical decisions like "Should we bring formula on the plane for our breast-fed, bottle-hating baby? Y'know, just in case she stops taking the breast, starts liking bottles, and will only drink formula? Y'know? Just In Case?"
Once we get through security, we'll be able to relax...

Okay, you are totally making me laugh! Glad that in retrospect you have a sense of humour about it :)
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