The holiday cards have been arriving this week. This is both a good and bad thing. It's refreshing to know we actually have a few friends out there we haven't completely alienated. It's good people are wishing us a happy holiday and wonderful new year. I also like seeing pics of the little people in the family getting older and bigger. The bad news is that as the days before Christmas start to dwindle, I am forced to evaluate my own card stock. This is not as easy as it may seem. Once upon a time, all I had to do was pick up a multi-holiday pack at Costco. There's always a card in that box to suit any religious or secular denomination. Happy Christmanukkadawaleid anyone?
Now that the house is bursting with monkeys, the card sending thing takes on a different tenor. Last year was easy. Monkey #1 was still young enough to be manipulated into posing for the camera without a fuss. I can still recall the chilly winter day I bundled him up in winter wear, carried him out to the backyard, and sat him down to experiment with different poses, all designed to maximize the natural light.
Those days are long gone. Apparently, Monkey #1 has taken a page from the handbook of the 80' supermodels and will refuse to get out of bed for less than $10,000 a day. But at least he's not throwing his cell phone at his assistants ... yet. Although he's still cute, his toddler-diva theatrics have made picture taking more difficult than normal. I can't get him to cooperate with the photo sessions anymore. Miss Mina is great, she's easy. Just prop her up somewhere, take the binkie out of her mouth, and she's good to go.
I don't know whether it's a jealousy thing, or what, but getting the monkey to sit still and pose next to his sister has become a Herculean endeavor. The results I've gotten all week have been abysmal. Monkey Sr.'s response to all of this has been, "Just Photo-shop the two of them together." So ... here, my friends, is his creation. It's Alive! Alive!!
Happy Holidays, ya'll!