Merry Memories

Monkey the Snowman was a jolly ornery soul...

Who wants to wish you and yours a bright and happy holiday season. Thumpity thump thump...

Laid back, with my mind on my honeys, and my honeys on my mind.

You know he's just lying there thinking about blowing more kisses to Ms. Jessica.

Dear MellonBlogs Readers,

I must apologize. I am exhausted. Ok mostly lazy, but also kind of tired. I have no energy to insert witty comments in between the Hanukkah pictures. But really, who am I kidding? Most of you are only here to see pictures of Young Master Chase anyway, so here for your enjoyment are some visuals of our Hanukkah celebration at Nana's and PopPops. Chase helped me take the picture of Daddy...isn't he a great photographer, and doesn't my Drew look ever so handsome? Oh and the picture of Jenn is just to torture her for sticking her tongue out at poor Chase who was only trying to take her picture so he'd never forget his pretty, pretty auntie. Much love Jenn, much love.

Chair Envy

Last week, Noodle had a Christmas gift exchange play date with his buddies at Joshua's house. Chase loved opening his presents, and given all of the practice he's had as of late, he's really good at it. We got some awesome presents from Ms. Allie: Sesame Street Character Squirters. Monkey loves squeezing on these guys, and he hasn't even taken them into the bath yet. Just wait until he realizes that he can squirt water on Daddy with them. Good times.

At the party, Chase was very attached to Joshua's pottery barn chair. All of his friends have one, and Mr. Magoo feels left out. He came right home and wrote a letter to Santa asking for his very own cushy chair. Now, the only question is whether Chase has been a good little boy this year. I think we know the answer to that one, don't we?

Hey, what's this cold white stuff?

Do I like it?

Not sure yet...

Oh yea, it's fun when Dad throws snow balls.

Even more fun when they hit my pants.



Tastes like chicken? No!

Not so fun when you start to get cold.

Let the present acquiring begin!

Last night was the first night of Hanukkah. Little noodle is of course all about Hanukkah. He was completely entertained by the lighting of the Menorah which could have a lot to do with the comedy act that ensued when Drew couldn't get the candles to stand up straight in their holders. He'd push down on them and twist them all around, but they'd just fall over. So he'd push harder, and the darn things would snap in half. Those little wax spindles were just not interested in being a member of that particular Menorah's entourage. One of them even decided that after he'd been lit he'd had enough, so he jumped ship and landed lit on the table. Chase of course thought that was hilarious as his dad raced to put the flame out before it left a mark or--I don't know--burnt the house down. After this last set back, it occurred to me that I had another Menorah that the candles might like better, so I dragged it out. Success! Erect candles are so much easier to light as you say "Shel Hanukkah", which is the only part of the prayer that we know. Bad Jew and semi-Jew!


Oh, and what kid wouldn't like getting a gift every night for 8 nights? Last night was actually a bonus night because instead of just getting one gift from us, he also got a gift from MomMom and PopPop. Mom and dad got him a book, which (I thought) was a very cute Sandra Boynton book to help him learn the sounds that animals make. Unfortunately, the great grandparents had to go and show us up by sending Chase a deluxe Alphabet Magnet School House. With Cards!! Cards are one of the Magoo's favorite things, thus the need for their own sentence and exclamation point. Needless to say, the little book was quickly thrown aside when the school house came out. I'm sure he'll come back to it...in January when all the cooler presents have stopped coming.

Overheard during tree trimming

B.C. (Before Camera)

"Ornaments aren't for eating Chase."

"You're not an ornament, stop trying to climb into the ornament box."

"You're so weird. You can't taste the snowman."

"Toys don't go in the Christmas tree."

A.C. (After Camera)

"Good job, you're such a great ornament hanger."

"Here's another one. Put it on the tree."



"It's ok to stack them all up...it looks good."



"Woo, I think the little one is worn out."

What can Brown bring you?

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Act now, supplies are limited.

Gameday

Just a few pictures from the UConn game. It was a tad chilly, but we had a good time watching my Mountaineers give the Huskies a beating. I also got to see my cousin Mandy who is the only person besides my mom who consistently leaves me comments on this blog which of course makes her one of my favorite people. That alone was well worth the frozen tootsies.

If there was ever any doubt

that Chase was my son, I offer proof to the fact.






Yes folks, he is a cereal kid. Just like his mama who is still a cereal kid at the age of 29. But my bowl is bigger.

Psssstttt....

I'd like one of these too....

You can find one here. Also, let me just remind everyone of my love affair with Rice Krispies Treats...homemade of course, not those dried out, store bought ones. There aren't many things in the world that would make me happier than a bunch of that marshmallow goodness wrapped inside a pretty box. And just so you know, the only reason that I am supplying these gift ideas for you is because some people (you know who you are) keep bombarding me with questions about what I want for the holidays, so please don't think I'm totally greedy & self-absorbed. Ok, maybe a little self-absorbed...

A note from Santa's little helper

Dear Holiday Shoppers,

If you're still looking for a gift for Laura, I have it on good authority that she would like some grey and/or black socks. The big guy in the red suit is getting a little color blind in his old age and wishes to pass this particular request on to someone else. Her preference is for some sort of design over just solid color. She is not picky about material, but please no knee socks.

Jollily yours,
Elf #765

Was there ever any doubt?

We all knew that Drew would not be able to withstand the power of my pouty face and sad eyes for long. I got him to agree to find a small present or two to place under the tree so that I could open the red box now. My husband did really good with this latest gift. He's become quite adept at finding the perfect present, or as he says, finding items that are "Mellonish". This is the beauty that he brought me...




Isn't it gorgeous? Of course, I love most purses, but this one is in a stratosphere all by itself. It's the prefect size and style for me to use everyday. I'm in love...with the purse and it's bringer.

Ok, for those of you who are only here to see pictures of the Noodlet, here's a couple of cute ones for you.




He's been sick, so he's been a l0ungy kid the past couple of days. This morning, he slept until 10--can you believe it? And he only woke up then because I went in and stared at him until he could feel my eyes boring in to him. He might have slept until noon if I hadn't done that. Must be his father's child after all.

Reply hazy, try again

Drew came back from New York carrying a very enticing red box containing a surprise for me. Even without the use of a Magic 8 Ball, I could have predicted the arrival of this lovely box as I require a present from Drew whenever I'm left at home to fend for myself while he gets to travel to exciting places and meet exciting people and eat exciting new foods. Sure he says it's work, but I know better. The size of this mandated gift is determined by a very complex mathematical formula involving such variables as the amount of time he'll be gone, the draw of the location that he's headed to and my current mood. Given the difficulty of the calculation, you can clearly see that I am the only one who is capable of determining the required parameters for my bounty.

Even though Drew tried to dupe me by stating that he could see a DressBarn from his hotel window, I know that this New York gift is sure to be a good one due to the fact the he was staying within a stone's throw of 5th Avenue. Plus, he knows how I feel about DressBarn after the Busted Zipper Incident of 07. As I'm getting ready to pick up this lovely package and rip into it like it's raw meat and I'm a starving lion, he says, "Merry Christmas Mellon".

Come again? I have to wait until Christmas to open that baby?! I am quite sure that I never agreed to such a deal despite his constant mumbling about Amendment 476 to section B paragraph 9. Now, does he really think that I'm going to let him get away with this chicanery? Outlook not so good.

Nature Thug

We had our last Nature Buddies class of the fall today. The focus of the lesson was squirrels, and much to my disappointment, there wasn't a live squirrel for us to pet. There was however talk of nuts, hibernation, leaves and a squirrel song that we got to sing a couple of times that Chase really liked. There was also a really cool parachute that we put leaves on. We shook the parachute and the leaves bounced. Have you ever heard of something so crazy? Chase apparently hadn't because he was very enthralled by the whole process and showed his appreciation by clapping several times.





The little outdoorsman has improved his walking to riding on mommy ratio, too. I think today it was 10 minutes of self propelled travel to 30 minutes of leeching off of mama's energy. At this rate, I'll be still lugging him around when he's 15.

Yo - ho ho and a bottle of milk

Avast ye blog readers and take in the sights of our little pirate's second Halloween. The night was full of young buccaneers searching the high seas for their treasured treats. We had a bit of excitement when Jeanne thought she was headed straight for Davy Jones's Locker when a scarecrow who was supposed to be fake suddenly moved. Her screams as she ran away could be heard by all the landlubbers who were huddled in their homes. The most memorable event of the evening was when a young little privateer showed up at our door all blinged out with a giant gold dollar sign hanging from her neck. I rather assuredly asked the young lass if she were a rapper. Well, the little sprite looked at me in all seriousness and replied, "No, I'm a gangster". Well Shiver Me Timbers!

Here come the Trick or Treaters to steal my treasure. I'll make them walk the plank I will!

For my own Mama who says there are too many words and not enough pictures on my blog...

Don't my lips look just like my mom's in this picture??

Found his shadow

Seeing the world from way up high on top of mama all 5'4 of her

Strike a pose

Listening to the BlueGrass band

Ahhh give lovins!

Ok, bye now!