Once Upon a Photo

Day 7: Jan. 7, 2009

I always drag my feet when it comes to putting up the Christmas decorations. The house just seems naked after all the garland, lights, and decorations come down – it’s all kind of depressing. PHDD: Post-Holiday Decoration Disappointment. The corner by the bookcase looks empty, the mantle is bare, and the staircase isn’t nearly as much fun without the twinkle lights lighting the way. Plus, I have to box up homemade decorations like these that Travis brought home this year – a tissue paper snowman and string art tree. Until next year…

Day 8: Jan. 8, 2009

Unleaded at Costco: $1.51 a gallon. I filled up the tank for just under $30, and took a picture so I could show it to the kids in 20 years, and blather on about how back in my day, the gas was under $10 a gallon, and we actually had to push our carts through the aisles at Costco rather than zip around in our newfangled HoverRounds.  I’m not sure what exactly I’ll be proving – that gas wasn’t always $12.49 a gallon (at least it wasn’t for a brief period in 2009), or that we used to put this expensive stuff called gasoline in our cars. I’m hoping it’s the latter.

Day 9: Jan 9, 2009

Our Girl Scout troop went to Young Chefs Academy to work on a cooking badge.  And I didn’t have to plan a thing.

Day. 10: Jan 10, 2009

Abby had a friend spend the night, and none of us wanted pizza or leftovers, so we went to one of our favorite sushi places – Origami. That yummy looking roll in the middle is called the Bob Marley – salmon, avocado and jalepeno rolled up with fresh tuna and a spicy sauce on top. Seriously good. And they have those nifty low tables where you stick your legs into the little hole in the floor – the kids love that part. And by kids, I mean me.

Day 11: Jan 11, 2009

Charming*

*Not mine

Day 12: Jan 12, 2009

Travis got a little too enthusiastic playing the Wii on Friday, and slammed his thumb into the stool that holds up the sensor bar. Since I wasn’t home to rush him to the emergency room or call Life Flight (according to Neil), he didn’t see a doctor until Sunday. The doctor was only mildly horrified that we had waited 2 and a half days, and was also shocked that it wasn’t broken at the joint, since it was roughly twice as large as his other thumb, and black and blue.  He thinks he saw a chip at the tip of the bone, but there’s nothing you can do for that anyway, so we wound up with a $300 splint.

Travis was pretty stoked that he would have the perfect excuse to give up writing for a while, but his teacher wasn’t having any of that, and told him to do his homework with his other hand. I didn’t think it was possible to dread homework anymore than I do now, but oh, how wrong I was…