Merry Christmas, everyone!
We started getting snow last night, and woke up this morning to somewhere between 6-9 inches on the ground. However, the wind was such that we have a couple of decent 2 or 3-foot snowdrifts around the house, including right up against the back door. The dog was none too pleased about having to go outside in that, and I’m pretty sure she set a record for doing her thing and high-tailin’ it back into the house.
The opening of Christmas presents by the kids — according to my watch — took 4.7 minutes. We’re holding back the bigger ticket items until relatives and friends can come over and enjoy the insanity, too. That, and they’re bringing food, so it’s a good trade.
I’m sure that you, like me, get those letters from various people every year, recapping the highlights since the previous year’s Christmas card. I’d never felt comfortable writing one of those, but while talking about it at work, a friend suggested something another friend told him: “Write it like it was written by one of your kids.”
So, without further ado, here’s the first “Ward Christmas Family Catchup Letter,” 2009 Edition:
My name is Addison, and I’m three years old. This is my very first letter.
It’s been a busy year with our family. Mommy enrolled me in Taekwondo, and I’m already a camo belt! It’s Daddy’s favorite color. I really like the part where I get to wear pads and a helmet and kick and punch other people. I’ve tried it on Daddy but he always makes funny faces when I hit him in certain spots. Mommy says I’m doing it right.
In February we celebrated Erin’s first birthday. She got a neat cake, some new clothes, and some cool toys, which I helped her take apart. Boy, did that make her mad. Mommy says Erin has Daddy’s temper. Daddy says I’m bossy, like Mommy. Speaking of birthdays, I turned 3 in September! I’m also fully potty-trained, but every once in a while I pretend like I’m not, just to keep Mommy and Daddy on their toes. Erin’s not potty-trained yet, but I gave her my book on how Elmo does it, so she should be an expert in no time. Did you know Erin’s baby teeth are coming in? Me either! At least, not until I stuck my finger in her mouth. That really hurt.
Mommy and Daddy had birthdays in June, but I don’t know how old they are because Erin and me together just don’t have enough fingers and toes to count that high. I love playing Dominoes with Mommy and Daddy. I don’t think they’re very good though, because I always win. Maybe I’m just that awesome. Do they have tournaments for that? I bet I’d be good. I also love talking on the phone, especially to my Grammy who lives far away. I keep telling her to come visit me so we can play Dominoes. Erin and I also love it when Mommy and Daddy read us stories before bedtime. They’re not learning to as fast as I’d hoped, though, because they never seem to notice that I keep giving them the same book every night.
Mommy also had to retire our doggie Whistle this year from the search and rescue unit. She got sick so bad, that she had to go to Heaven. Mommy cried, but then she laughed when Erin and I helped her blow her nose. Erin dragged the whole roll of toilet paper down the hall to give to her because she really needed it. Mommy says she’ll get another doggie one day and train it like Whistle. Maybe she’ll let me pick it out! I like going along when they practice, because it’s like playing hide and seek. Erin doesn’t like it, though, because the last time she went, she tripped and fell face-first in the mud. Splat!
Daddy’s still writing his books. He wrote two this year, along with some magazine articles and other stuff. He also traveled again, going to places like Denver, Baltimore, San Diego and Tulsa to sign his books. People seem to like them, but there aren’t pictures in any of them, so I don’t get what all the fuss is about. It’s fun listening to Uncle Kevin, Daddy’s writing partner, talk about Kirk and Spock.
Every Sunday morning, we used to go eat breakfast with Grandpa Clum and his good friend, Ms. Marge. After breakfast, we would go play games like pool, skeeball, shuffleboard, and air hockey. I got really good at air hockey, especially when Erin was sitting on top of the table trying to block Daddy’s shot. She says the air was ticklish! One day, Grandpa broke his arm and had to go live somewhere else. We still eat with him, but Mommy and Daddy are still trying to figure out a way to spend more time with him. There’s no air hockey at his new place. Maybe we could play Dominoes!
Mommy says I need to stop writing now, and wish everyone a Merry Christmas and best wishes for a wonderful 2010.
Addison, Erin, Michi, and Dayton (and Dixie)