Christmas Cards


(The Christmas letter this year.)
December 2008

Hi all! As the kids make a fort out of the box for the new TV table and Steve runs out to K-Mart for toboggans and extra lights for the Christmas tree, I’m sitting down to write this last minute note.

We tried very hard in 2008 to relax and enjoy life. 2007 had been such a panic as I returned to work, while maintaining the intense regimen of homework, after school sports, and therapy sessions for Ian. We vowed that 2008 would be about nesting. Well, we somehow managed to make nesting stressful.

In April, we put in a new kitchen in our old house. It involved taking out walls, gutting down to the studs, ripping out knob and tube wiring, patching leaks from upstairs bathrooms. repairing termite damage, and picking out new everything. I fed the kiddies frozen waffles in the dining room before packing them all up for school and getting myself to work. It looks fab now, but I never want to see Trader Joe’s frozen dinners again.

Steve survived the bloodbath on Wall Street this year. As irksome as his job may be, we are forever grateful that the barcode on his ID still lets him into the building. It’s very nice to have a paycheck.

I continued to teach political science classes at a local liberal arts college. After awhile, I had the morning routine in place and my classes were all prepared, so the panic levels decreased. It would be nice to have more time to do research, but I get a huge kick out of classroom performance.

The boys are little puppies. They are unable to resist jumping, turning vacuum cleaner tubes into Uzis, or making arms farts. It’s what they do best. Jonah (age 9, 4th grade) is sweet and sensitive and dramatic. Jonah and I are reading Harry Potter every evening.  Ian (age 6, 1st grade) is spunky and snuggly and sharp. Last week, Ian hacked into my Netflix account, sent himself a $300 gift certificate, and added to the queue: Thomas the Tank Engine: The Great Discovery, Spiderman II, and some movie called, The Pimp Chronicles.

At this moment, they are anxiously awaiting Steve’s return with the toboggans and ski pants. There’s some serious sledding going to happen this afternoon.

2009 is around the corner and I’m not sure what awaits us. My position will end in May, but there are no jobs in the area to apply for. I may spend the second half of the year writing a book. Cross your fingers that Steve’s office will remain in business. The boys will continue to outgrow sneakers every three months – that much is certain. I predict cheap thrills – tents in the woods and visits to family. I predict novels on the front porch. I predict that one of the boys will find a way to hack through high security clearance at the Pentagon. All good things.

Hope all is well with you.

Love, Laura, Steve, Jonah and Ian.

5 thoughts on “Christmas Cards

  1. “I never want to see Trader Joe’s frozen dinners again.”
    I’m sorry, but I do not comprehend this statement.
    (Have lived way too far away from TJs all my life. One just opened up a half hour away from us. Woohoo!)
    Great letter. We’re always thinking of doing one, but we never do.


  2. I love these letters and wish that more of my friends did them. Of course, I don’t do one, so I can’t complain too much.


  3. People keep telling me I should go to Trader Joe’s, but I’ve never gotten into it. Probably because I’m already so used to our usual Whole Foods shopping that I don’t really have to think much when I shop. Or because PA has punitive liquor laws so they can’t sell Two-Buck-Chuck.


  4. Armpit farts also reign supreme at my house. I keep telling myself, some day I’ll look back on all this and be nostalgic. Some day.


  5. I just read the story about Ian’s netflix hack out to my daughter. She predicts his future will be “criminal mastermind”. If it’s any comfort, our friends think our youngest will be an expert on b**b building.
    “I never want to see Trader Joe’s frozen dinners again.
    *nods* When we did our reno, I experimented with buying frozen packets of stir fry veg to save my sanity. How bad could it be? Very bad, as it turns out. And people eat this stuff all the time.


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