Christmas hair!

It took me two hours, but I did elaborate things to the kids' hair.

I made Elizabeth's hair into a ribboned headband:



Angela's was a wreath on top of her head:







The girls were filled with anticipation and took pictures of their gifts:

The horribleness spreads

Elizabeth's depiction of Bad Horse:



OK, not really. When I said, "It's Bad Horse!", there were loud protests ("No, it's not!" "It's a pretty horse!"), but a black horse with red eyes pretty much says "thoroughbred of sin" to my mind.

Snow days and princess parties

Elizabeth's snowman:



Christmas here is full of happy surprises:



Princess parties and making gingerbread castles:

Polar Express party!

Elizabeth's school program was last Friday. I have some pretty low-quality video clips of the event:

Entering the room in their boxcars:



Elizabeth's speaking part:



The first song (I moved places once I realized I wasn't going to be able to see her at all):



The Hot Chocolate dance:



More Hot Chocolate:

Final words

I haven't said one public word about Prop 8, and I stand by that.

I felt fine sharing that Onion article, because no matter your stance, you can't help but laugh at it, right?

...Unless you don't bother to read it. Within hours of posting the article, I received this insightful comment:

Anonymous has left a new comment on your post "Worth repeating":

the mormom church needs to butt out of this fight in CALIFORNIA NOT UTAH and respect separation of church and state. then again any institution that adhered to the crazy principles it first did, go figure....let's have 400 wives and 5000 babies! talk about loving one another......

they only want people to have LOVE the way they dictate.

shameful. illegal. misogynist to the max.

*Ahem*

I don't know that I have anything more to add. My wonderful husband once wisely said that "If you act like a grown-up, it will be clear who the 14-year-olds are." So I will bite my tongue.

But I can't help laughing at this, especially in light of what my post actually said, the fact that I am a "Mormom" (that also made me laugh), and the inclusion of a new catchphrase ("misogynist to the max").

If there had been any hope that I would talk about this issue publicly, it's been dashed. There is no such thing as an intelligent exchange of ideas regarding Prop 8.

At least being a Mormom doesn't prevent me from approving of marriage between one man and one wolfman.

Worth repeating

Typo In Proposition 8 Defines Marriage As Between 'One Man And One Wolfman'

DECEMBER 17, 2008 | ISSUE 44•51

SACRAMENTO, CA—Activists on both sides of the gay marriage debate were shocked this November, when a typographical error in California's Proposition 8 changed the state constitution to restrict marriage to a union between "one man and one wolfman," instantly nullifying every marriage except those comprised of an adult male and his lycanthrope partner. "The people of California made their voices heard today, and reaffirmed our age-old belief that the only union sanctioned in God's eyes is the union between a man and another man possessed by an ungodly lupine curse," state Sen. Tim McClintock said at a hastily organized rally celebrating passage of the new law. But opponents, including Bakersfield resident Patricia Millard—who is now legally banned from marrying her boyfriend, a human, non-wolfman male—claim it infringes on their civil liberties. "I love James just as much as a wolfman loves his husband," Millard said. "We deserve the same rights as any horrifying mythical abomination." On the heels of the historic typo, voters in Utah passed a similar referendum a week later, defining marriage as between one man and 23 wolfmen.

From The Onion.

"Nothing happens by accident"...unless you're 5

We went to Snow Canyon, because it was blanketed in snow. We were going to play and take lots of pictures there.

It was beautiful.



The snow brings out lovely details in the rocks.



The above picture was taken moments before Elizabeth shouted, "I NEED TO GO POTTY!" Of course, I'd already passed the only restrooms, the snow was piled high on each side of the road, making turning around dangerous at best and in most places simply impossible, and I wasn't about to leave any yellow snow in the park. So we left. It was slow-going. The north end of the park was unplowed and treacherous.

But on the way home, I saw some amazing scenery. Look at how low these clouds are:







We ended up driving right into these clouds, which scared the kids, who instantly thought we were nowhere near home. Driving through fog does strange things to your perceptions. It felt like a lot longer to me, too.

Car accidents were avoided. The other kind of accident, though. was not completely averted.