Main Street Happy Christmas Fun

While Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday, I do love Christmas! I can do without the stresses that come with--shopping, wrapping, baking. However, who doesn't love bright lights strung everywhere, pine scent filling the air, and carols? I love it all! 

D got home Thursday evening, a day later than originally planned, making Friday an evening of much needed fun for her. King Ralph, D and I headed into St. Charles for the Christmas Festival--a holiday tradition we've never enjoyed. Our weather had a break in the unseasonably warm temperatures, offering a winteresque chill in the air that was just the perfect touch to setting the mood. The three of us unearthed our winter coats for the first time of the season (score! I had $10 hiding in my pocket), wrapped scarves around our necks and boots on our feet. We strolled the cobblestone streets and sidewalks while groups of carolers could be heard up and down Main Street. 

All the adorable boutiques, restaurants and pubs were dressed in pine garlands and strings of white lights. Even the trash recepticals were topped with pine decoration. It was hard not to feel the spirit of Christmas. 

Along Main Street you will find folk in character...you'll find Santas from around the world.

D's good college friend, now a high school music teacher, is spending her winter break reprising her role as St. Lucia...or St. Lucy, as her character said Nebraskans refer to her .

(poor St. Lucy's candle crown was one candle up strong that night)

We partook in the fun eliminate that has youngsters scrambling from character to character--collecting trading cards.

"Hey" says King Ralph, when we got home, "that's really a picture of Vicky!"

We had to stop for a photo opt at those usual wood boards promoting the moment.

There's a Gingerbread Village where you can cast your vote for the "People Choice" award. This is the gingerbread house that got our votes.

There are also carriages filling the streets. Rides are only $5 a person.

Then we made way into an Irish pub for some fish n chips, shepard's pie and winter ales. We toasted to Christmas and commented that we'd return next year. 

Then we headed home and bid all a Happy Christmas! 

There's A Dragon Living At My House

Casa de Reynosa seems to be all about M moving home and not so much about keeping our abode tidy. Well, I'm about tidy! No one else is. Frustrating! 

So imagine how dragon-ous I become when I leave for work with not a dish in the sink, but return home to a sink full of dishes. Or when I wake to a sink of dishes. I'm a fire breathing dragon! I've long given up on trying to convince King Ralph the bathtub's edge is not a place to hang his clothes. Instead I'm left not only picking up his clothes, but the girls sweatshirts and blankets off the couch. I tell myself, self wait till D gets home tomorrow! There a chance I could burn our house down if I can't control my dragon. I just want the dragon in me to be strung with a strand of Christmas lights and feel all cheery and merry. 

I'm tired! Physically tired. King Ralph has caught the bug that had me checked out last week. Difference between man and woman is--woman takes herself to the couch to not sleep, while man coughs and moans all night--in bed. My sleep is below minimum requirement. I've slicked my hair back into a ponytail for work today because I'm too tired to care (and because I was doing dishes at 5:55am). The outfit of all black may be a sign I feel slightly like the walking dead too. Don't worry though, I promised myself I'll smile at the trouble that graces my desk today. 

This my friends is what you can call hump day! Sigh. 

Taking Flight

How does it happen, our babies grow to adults--in what seems like a blink of the eye? How?! 

It seems like yesterday that King Ralph stood in our "Red Room" staring at a pile of college dorm room goods, wondering how it was all going to fit in the truck. While M's been gone getting all learned up in the fields of business, education and history; she's accumulated more stuff than I fathom to imagine. 

Wait. 

I can imagine! 

Yesterday morning King Ralph and I headed out on the highway, into a thick morning fog that grasped the atmosphere so tight it didn't want to lift, to bring our M home. All we could feel was this sense of calm that this chapter in our baby's life was preparing to turn page. While there was sense of peace, there was also the dread of how to pack an apartment into Casa de Reynosa. Let me just ask--do you really need a trailer, truck bed and car full of stuff (I was going to say crap but that would be harsh and not necessarily true)? 

So here we are, preparing to learn again to live full time with our own child. Here we are preparing to encourage her while she navigates change and the fears that come along with the final stage of perfecting the skills for a classroom. Truth be, it's scary facing fact you've become an adult. I remember the fears. I also remember the satisfaction of tackling the fear with sense of pride and accomplishment. 

M you are no longer a catapillar. You are a butterfly! Spread your wings, take flight with courage and let the teenagers show you how to teach, while you show them how to learn. You've got this! Fly! 

March of The Penguins

I try, when possible, to support the student organizations of the school that employees me. I'm known to be found strolling about the office in my pajamas for the cost of whatever is jingling in my purse and pockets. A favorite day of mine is hat day. I can't complain when it costs a dollar to not have to fix my hair. Today was all about holiday spirit... thanks to the Student Council it was

I found this gem in Princess A's room. I dare anyone who wants to dispute the sweater's ugly factor. Not only is the sweater tacky, but it smelled like a granny's cellar. I ditched the dab of perfume and went with a full body spray of Febreeze with Tide. 

While I rocked the penguins for my many Friday "fans" that marched to my desk today, I really need to rock some sleep! 

Tomorrow is moving day. 

Fight the Good Fight

Sometimes one can fight the good fight with all they've got, and still lose. 

Yesterday I threw in towel. I've lost the fight! 

You will find me and seal bark of a cough tucked in bed, sipping hot tea, eating chicken soup with wild rice and watching Christmas movies...waiting for the doctor to answer her phone. 

It's All About the Fa-La-La-La

I've been fighting off the common cold since Black Friday. I'm doing a pretty darn good job, but my body doesn't lie--it's there still, trying to catch me with all its might. I continue, and will continue, to fight it off like a mad warrior! 

In the mean time my calendar is full. Tuesday was a road trip to SEMO for D's Christmas concert. This year's bonus is King Ralph's youngest sister road trips with us to hear her daughter sing too. With the cousins's university only 90 miles from home it affords us the luxury of being able to enjoy these moments. The moment this year was Handal's Messiah. 

Princess A ordered our tickets, and unbeknownst to us she ordered box seats. For just a brief moment we felt like royalty. That was until we sat down and realized we couldn't see a darn thing. So much for feeling royal.

Sometimes college kids don't give a hoot what they look like.  Take for instance: exhibit D. She performed with her hair swept back in a ponytail, and a head band. Maybe being the section leader means you've got nothing to prove when it comes to your hair? 

The thing I dread most about these musical road trips is getting home at midnight, and waking at 530am for work. I feel off all week, but in the end my child is worth the drag! 

Wednesday and Thursday was about fulfilling those Christmas lists. I shopped alone. With Princess A. Even King Ralph shopped with me--more like followed me around. 

Saturday was a good day! I felt accomplished. I did the usual laundry, dishes, vacuum, before heading into the city. Princess A has a project for the class she's taking, which required her to tour the Saint Louis Basilica (aka the New Cathedral). 

It is unbelievably georgous. We were strolling about the sactuary when the children's choir began to practice. Their voices were a choir of angels, and through the beauty of those voices you could feel the presence of God among us.

It's funny how you can live in a city for so long and never visit places...so glad I finally ventured in beyond the sidewalks. Our guide, Larry was knowledgeable, thorough and had an incredible dry sense of humor. I'll spare you the details of the tour, leaving a yern inside you to want to visit. 

After the tour we headed to The Hill to a favorite sandwich shop--Gioia's (pronounced Joy-A's) for hot salami and roast beef. The day's weather had been kissed by God, allowing us to eat our lunch al fresco in December. Next we headed down the street to the Missouri Baking Co. for sweet treats.  We ended our afternoon in the city to return home to a yard that needed raking and Christmas lights to hang on the house. King Rslph and I rocked these chores like heavy metal rock stars.

Then it was off to the movies. 

Every year on the first Saturday in December you will find King Ralph and I at the movies for the "Canned Film Festival." It was almost ironic the we toured the Basilica and then saw the movie "Spotlight." The good German Lutheran in me was getting all up in the Catholic business--good and not so good. I think it's the stuff of "Spotlight" that has turned so many people away from organized religion. I do think this movie will get some statue nominations. 

Sunday was about annual holiday girl fun! We girls started our day with a champagne brunch at Casa de Reynosa, before heading out on a holiday house tour. We left all our men behind for the day, feeling zero guilt! Beware when we tour houses we give equal treatment to expressing our disgust and awe. Of the six houses we toured one left us all pondering how the hell the house made it on the tour. Someone forgot to tell that family that house tour equals clean house. 

There it is,another week of holiday fun for the books. 

No Rest Required

It's suddenly quiet at Casa de Reynosa. M headed back to school for her last 11 days of course work. D headed back to school, with her cousin in tow, a few hours later. It's just King Ralph, the dog (soon to fall into her usual bout of sister separation depression) and we are typically placed in our respective relaxation spots. Before we were left empty nesters again, we had had some more family fun. 

Friday we spent the day transforming the house in Christmas. 

And Friday night we took the girls to STL Symphony 

for a performance of Peter and the Wolf. The two selections the preceded Peter and the Wolf were absolutely amazing. On the way home we sang Christmas carols playing on the radio. Our Winter Wonderland was absolutely fantastic...probably could be our go to party trick. (I miss us all in the car singing together!) 

Saturday was about unloading M's childhood bedroom furniture from her room, to make space for her "big girl bed" to come home from her college apartment. Her childhood set hit Craigslist and sold in a matter of hours. She boxed up, trashed and gave away a plethora of treasures that lay hibernating in her closests. Then we headed out for Mexican food and margaritas. We crossed the road to the movie theater to see Mocking Jay Part Two; to round out the Thanksgiving holiday break. 

As one week ends the coming week is set to bring holiday festivities...and I say bring it on! 

Stop To Breath. Reflect. Be Thankful.

The last weeks have been jam packed with fun. It's in the fun that I can pause and be thankful for all God has blessed me with. 

I'm always thankful that I'm a mom to girls.  Daughter dates fill my heart. Not all of the girls are always around, but when they are.... Princess A and I always enjoy going to theater, midweek, to take in a stage production that I can almost guarantee King Ralph would likely not select. 

I do know he'd select the symphony, but sometimes a mom and her baby just need a date. So that's exactly what my D and I did! 

The bonus for King Ralph is that the STL Symphony's production of Musical Flight will air on our PBS station in January. 

It's been over a decade since one of the cousin's got married. Our entire family had a fantastic time being a part of K & R's ceremony.  D and Alyssa (the non-Catholics of the family) sang the entire mass and I did the second reading.  I think it's just the likely choice to ask D and Alysaa to sing, being they are vocal music majors in college. You know they did good when the bride is moved to tears while at the alter and at the reception (while thanking D). As for my reading...printed in 24 font guaranteed I could leave my reading glasses in my purse and wowwed everyone. 

It's easy to be thankful for love and marriage...a beautiful reception and a good gene pool of pretty girls. Wink,wink.

You know it's a good wedding when there are fresh, hot, mini donuts being created right on the spot (this is the mini donut guy from Soulard Market).

Only in our family would an arm wrestle go down at a family wedding reception, but why? Could it be the winner gets Princess A? Sister vs. her guy.  

In a moment of reflection I must pause and wonder how time passes so quickly. 

As one week of joy ends, another begins. 

While there was lots of cleaning and Thanksgiving prep going down, I still had to work. Wednesday left just two of us in the office, no principals and no students. It was the perfect day for "bring your dog to work day." Uli took in her first day at middle school by strolling the halls

and resting by my desk 

Finally it's Thursday. Thanksgiving! My favorite holiday. A weather perfect day! Sun shining, blue skies and 61*. 

We are a family of all "big" people, with just a few under age, making the bar options in full shake and stir 

(rum or bourbon and Coke, cosmos, wine or beer)

We ate and ate. It is a year to reevaluate the amount of "Lucy Corn" prepared and served now that we are a family of all adults. Although we had enough turkey we no longer have the volume of leftovers we once did. 

Something we did have was four of the five senior sisters of the family together for the first time in eons. 

For a second week in a row all the cousins were together. 

This a miracle of mammoth proportion! Not since before my nephew enlisted in the Air Force could a feat of such togetherness have happened. These young people warm my heart! These young people are the future of the family. 

What are the other measures of a successful day of Thanksgiving? 

My "out law" and making gravy partner in the family,

mini derby pies, 

Princess A's sugar cookies and pumpkin pie martinis, 

when the turkey gets passed around from head to head, 

And last but not least my nephew's French Bulldog puppy: Sherman (named for Gen. Sherman of the Civil War). 

This is why my cornucopia runneth over. 

Family. 

Love. 

I Think Someone Left Some Friday the 13th Juju In the House

Early this morning as I lay on the couch watching the news, two birds suddenly flew into our glass garden doors. If it was suicide mission they failed. Then I got about my morning by starting to clean the kitchen. I spied a fly on the kitchen window, so I decided to go for the kill. With a towel in my hand I whacked at the window. I whacked the window alright! I shattered my kitchen window. With a dish towel. Eek! 

(We will discuss the new neighbor's yard later) 

I thought the fly won the fight, but as I began cleaning up glass I saw I got the pesty bastard. His little fly legs still flinching after he took a hit from the guillotine. 

But I think the fly is getting the last laugh.

Dear Santa: 

Please bring me a new window for Christmas. 

Twenty-One

Sunday, October 25, the day we celebrate D's entrance into this world. This year it was all about that magic number: 21! 

This capsule of treasures has been hiding in our storage room for, well, 21 years. It was marked with the date 10-25-2015 as the crack the seal day. D cracked the can! 

Inside was two years worth of time marking treasures--cassette tapes announcing to STL's morning radio listeners D's birth (her uncle is a DJ). Since D made an early entry we hadn't yet agreed upon a name, so she was announced not by name but by her birth weight. Also in the capsule was a newspaper from October 25, 1994, magazines from historical moments, mouse ears from Disney, trinkets commemorating the 96' Olympics....  And letters. 

After we slipped back into the past, it was time to party in the present. We headed to Hermann, MO for the October Fest and the wineries.

Our first stop was at the Stone Hill Winery. D made her way to the tasting room where she sampled a mix of six dry wines. We allowed her to make our purchase of three bottles of wine (two to drink and one to take home), while Princess A purchased a bottle of champagne to toast her baby sister. We enjoyed a picnic of traditional wine foods--sausage, cheese, crackers, chocolate.

We sang Happy Birthday while D tried to beat the wind from blowing out her candle and spoiling her wish. 

Then it was on to the next winery: Adam Puchta. We collectively agree this is our favorite winery in Hermann. It's not for the view, that's basic, it's their wine. Their wine tasting is paired with a snack food that compliments the eight wine samplings. We shared (another) nice bottle of red, and bought two for home. 

D's roommate's mom happened to know the entertainment. D talked Dennis into letting her sing Fleetwood Mac's "Landslide." She did a good job for a girl dipped in wine. We all sang right along with her. 

Next it was on to the Hermannshof Winery for our last tasting. We drank more red wine and bought more to take home. D did not sing here, but like at every winery we visited she was sung Happy Birthday. 

At every winery D took to the dance floor. She danced with her roommate at one winery and with Princess A at another. 

At 5:30pm the oompah band closed its cases and the wine stopped pouring. We put a close on the birthday celebration. 

It was a great day of family, friends and fun. 

As King Ralph, our designated driver, hit the highway, Mother Nature put her finishing touch on a great day! 

Rushing Down The Highway

Being rushed to get to Cape for a weekday concert is not a new feeling. We've been doing it for three years now. Except being rushed usually means home from work at 3:45pm, hit the road, grab a fast dinner near campus before getting the performance hall at 7pm. This Friday was home at 3:45pm, switch to passenger seat for King Ralph to drive (fast) to make it for a 5:30pm concert. If only the sun would have been shining the Fall colors would have really showcased themselves, giving a calming effect to our rush...just not the case. 

We pulled in the parking lot with eight minutes to spare. I even managed a trip to ladies room before taking my seat. 

This wasn't really a concert we had on our radar, but since we had to pick our D up for her big weekend of birthday fun we figured why not. Plus, it meant getting to see the cousins perform together. I have assigned them their own special hash tag "#therealcousinsofcape", because #capecrusaders is so generic. 

(D sure can mask that choir dress post concert) 

The University Choir sang a nice selection of "river" songs to honor the fine arts campus name "River Campus." (River Campus is a mile from the main campus and stands on the edge of the Mississippi River.) If you know me, like my family knows me, then you know American folk music is my favorite, followed by spirituals; not-on-the-radio-music. When sung by a choir I feel my soul filling. 

I wasn't able to join in the move-in day fun, so I got to see D's room for the first time on Friday. I'm so glad she didn't tidy up for me and kept it real. Then I went to use the restroom on her floor. This is what was hanging over the toilet

I then wondered--does this classify for peeing on a grave? Because if it does then I peed on the grave of Pablo. 

Saturday, for me, was about preparing for Sunday. For D it meant Six Flags Frieght Night with her gal pals and making her first purchase at the gas station at 12:01am. 

Oh Sunday! 

To be continued...