Tuesday, December 22, 2009

White no, TAN with a green roof

I think that it is pretty standard to hate on your hometown...everybody thinks where they grew up is too small-town, too clique-y. Not surprisingly there is a Facebook page devoted to hating your hometown. I think the real reason most people hate their hometown is because thats where they went through their ackward teenage years and no one likes remembering that.

Not the town's fault you made bad decisions at age 14, people.

Anyway, some people move BACK to their hometown, in the same neighborhood they grew up in... And while those people's siblings would love to laugh at that, they can't. Because they did the same thing. There is a comfort in your hometown too, and I guess that is what I focus on.

Anyway, one of the things I love about Millbury is every year Santa drives through town the Sunday before Christmas. He gets to ride the firetruck and pass out lollipops too. At a function for Gia's school this year, some of the parents who grew up in Millbury were remembering how this happened every year while we grew up. We all remembered running out of the house, shoes on the wrong feet and no coat in December to catch a glimpse. It is one of those little things that becomes a tradition under your nose.

I'm glad my kids get to take part in this town tradition too. This year we are especially glad that he got to do a drive-by. The siding we put on last month changed our house color, and we wouldn't want him to be confused on the big night.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

The holiday season is in full swing. Our weekends are packed with parties, christmas activities and functions. Last week Gianna danced at the chain of lights.

Mike slept.

Mike is really starting understand Christmas. Like halloween, this is really the first year he can anticipate what is going to happen. This has made for some interesting conversations. Last week he ran up to me, breathless, and said
" Is Santa watching me now?"
me: "yes he is, to see if you are being good"
him: "RIGHT now?"
me: "yeeess...why?"
him: "so, right NOW?"
me: "what did you do?"
he ran away at that point...
Gianna's list to Santa was very short and simple:
  • A horse
  • A puppy
  • A kitty
  • A hermit crab
  • A saddle for the horse
She's going to need to ask for some re-zoning laws as well.