or - the one I wish I could have sent out but wasn't brave enough.....
December 2010
Hello long lost family members (or those lucky sons of beeches who get our letter)
It seems like I just finished writing last year's holiday letter and here it is time again. I hardly have any time for such nonsense. Facebook is very demanding.
Seriously, we've done things this year that didn't revolve around the computer. Most of it involved driving kids to soccer, swimming, and school. Also, evenings filled with homework, book reports, piano practice, and the occasional diorama come to mind.
I do remember February. It was really cold but Dave and I didn't mind wearing our coats while watching Apollo Ono skate for a bronze medal. We enjoyed rooting for the Czech team in the hockey stadium. Yes, the Vancouver Olympics were a blast. (and a special Thanks to our Canadian friends, Mark and Marnie for putting us up!)
The Caboose turned two in May and certainly lets us know every day! He is cute but can turn into the devil when backs are turned. He has his older siblings completely tricked into doing his bidding of non-ending horsey rides. And aside from occasionally sleeping under the bed to hide from the closet monster, he really is an Angel deep down inside.
Buttercup, our 7-yr old teenager in disguise, started 1st grade. Her fashion sense is decades ahead of my own. This competitive child will stop at nothing to beat her brothers; this includes catching the biggest fish, swimming the farthest, and chasing the fastest chicken.
Jammin' is our 4th grade Mathlete. The inner workings of his brain countermands the law of physics sometimes. The soccer ball may elude him, but the piano keyboard sings to his command. We are enjoying our last moments of adolescence with him as the number 10 quickly approaches (and so does the attitude).
And that leaves David. When he is home from his busy schedule of golf, fishing, football games, and meetings, he helps warm the couch up. There is nothing more heartwarming than to hear the children scream, "Daddy's home." I know, then, that my job is done for the day.
Blessings to you all.
Love,
Karmyn (aka mom, wife, housekeeper, social secretary, and know-it-all)