Sunday, December 12, 2010

Too many boys in the house.

We really had a fun weekend, although I can't really remember exactly what it was that we did. I know we missed one of our very favorite Christmas parties on Friday because we were just to stinkin' tired to pull ourselves together and look cute.

Trey doesn't try to look cute - he always looks dashing - and Trey, if you're reading this, my Christmas list is on your pillow. On that, let me tell you a little story...

Before we got married, Trey did a little modeling in Dallas and in Italy. When we moved to Nashville, he literally hadn't thought about modeling in a good five years but, starting a business, thought it might be a good way to earn a little extra cash. Did I mention he hadn't thought about it in five years? Yeah, that means he was practically cutting his own hair and hadn't worked out one day. Not one day. He was 31 and, before the interview, he shaved. That's it. And faster than you can say, totally not fair, he was hired. Like, really hired. Like, could have worked every day and supported our family by smiling cute or giving the "Blue Steel" look. Either one. I've thought about that a lot. Were he a girl, he would have had to have actually worked out, been 15, had a facial and some sort of seaweed wrap, and not have eaten for six days before the interview. He shaved.

Oh, the injustice.

Saturday night, we were actually supposed to go out on a date but instead stayed home and made snack after snack for what seemed like the entire Pinkston Varsity Basketball Team. Then, we watched ESPN's 30 for 30 on the "Death Penalty" handed down to SMU by the NCAA in 1987. It was seriously fascinating. When Trey paused the show for the 104th time to point out another guy he played football with in high school, I poured myself a glass of wine.

And that, my friends, is how we fan the white-hot flame that is our marriage.

On another note, we're not any closer than we were Friday to getting our Christmas cards out. Partly, because we never seem to have all our children home at once. I'm considering just grabbing whatever kids happen to be in the house when I've got my camera ready and calling it a day. Instead of Merry Christmas from Trey, Melissa, Tee, Olivia, Graham, Sadie, Dea and Darius, our card might read, Merry Christmas from Trey, Melissa, Bull, Olivia, Libby, Dea, Sadie, Graham, Alec, and Sebastian.

I'm getting more comfortable with the idea every day.

Speaking of Christmas cards, I'd now like to give you some insight into the culture going on at our house these days as our little boys grow into pre-teens. We opened a precious card from some clearly more prepared friends of ours who's last name is Ball.

immediate peals of laughter from Tee and Graham.

"MOM! MOM!!" Snort. Gasp. "Read this card!!!"

What?

"MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM THE BALLS!!! BALLS!!! BALLS!!! AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Seriously.

There are too many boys in my house.

6 comments:

Lindsey said...

Thank you so much for being "real" ! I simply adore your blog!!!

Dianne said...

Ah yes, I understand. We get a wee bit too many comments about "nuts" around here.

Becca said...

haha that's hilarious about the boys . . . Zack and Sabo always make comments about "nuts" too . . . they think it's hilarious. I'll admit, sometimes I laugh too.

And can you email me your address so i can send you OUR christmas card? (I'm so much more well-prepared then you . . . or there's only 3 of us to get ready and not 6) . . .

Dina said...

That boyish immature humor is really (usually) not very funny, is it? I know. Trust me, I know.

Deidra said...

These days, the saying around my house is, "That's what she said." I hope that makes you feel better.

bevy said...

OK. I have an eleven yr old. That would so come out of his mouth...

Hope you had a wonderful Christmas!