Dear Santa

Dear Santa

I’ve been a good mom all year. I’ve fed, cleaned and cuddled my children on demand, visited the doctor’s office more than my doctor and sold sixty-two cases of candy bars to raise money to plant a shade tree on the school playground. I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmases, since I had to write this letter with my son’s red crayon, onthe back of a receipt in the laundry room between cycles, and who knows whenI’ll find anymore free time in the next 18 years.Here are my Christmas wishes:
I’d like a pair of legs that don’t ache (in any color, except purple, whichI already have) and arms that don’t hurt or flap in the breeze, but are strong enough to pull my screaming child out of the candy aisle in the grocery store.
I’d also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh month of my last pregnancy.If you’re hauling big ticket items this year I’d like fingerprint resistant windows and a radio that only plays adult music, a television that doesn’tbroadcast any programs containing talking animals, and a refrigerator with a secret compartment behind the crisper where I can hide to talk on the phone.
On the practical side, I could use a talking doll that says, “Yes, Mommy” to boost my parental confidence, along with two kids who don’t fight and three pairs of jeans that will zip all the way up without the use of power tools.
I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting “Don’t eat in theliving room” and “Take your hands off your brother,” because my voice seems to be just out of my children’s hearing range and can only be heard by thedog.
If it’s too late to find any of these products, I’d settle for enough time to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same morning, or the luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature without it being served in a styrofoam container.
If you don’t mind, I could also use a few Christmas miracles to brighten the holiday season. Would it be too much trouble to declare ketchup a vegetable?It will clear my conscience immensely. It would be helpful if you could coerce my children to help around the house without demanding payment as if they were the bosses of an organized crime family.
Well, Santa, the buzzer on the dryer is calling and my son saw my feet under the laundry room door. I think he wants his crayon back. Have a safe trip and remember to leave your wet boots by the door and come in and dry off so you don’t catch cold.
Help yourself to cookies on the table but don’t eat too many or leave crumbs on the carpet.
Yours Always,
MOM…
P.S. One more thing…you can cancel all my requests if you can keep my children young enough to believe in Santa.

*Santa has asked that this gets passed on to all the mommies you know
I read this on my sisters blog and I just had to share it! Hopefully you got as good of a laugh out of it as I did.

Seven Month

Go GIANTS!!

Gregg came home from playing golf and we were planning on watching the Giants vs the Cowboys game. Our friend Kiko bought Gianna a Cowboys outfits so naturally I thought it would be funny to put her in it when Gregg came home. Gregg however did not find it to be funny since the Giants are his team. He did say that she could wear it because he knew she could get it dirty!! LOL

Six Month

Five Month

Gianna Rolling Over

Four Month

Three Month

Gianna with her Cousins

Gianna wearing her first swim suit(given to her by Mary and Rusty) the fourth of July weekend.

Gianna in her first big girl chair(given to her by Donna and Billy)

Two Months ~

One Month ~

Yes, I already have daddy wrapped around

my fingers & toes!

Gianna Marie ~ 04/18/08

We officially have a beautiful baby girl ... Gianna Marie
She was born at 9:32 am, by caesarian.
She weighed in at 6 lbs and 18 3/4" long.
We already absolutely love and adore her. She is a treasure!.