Our oven is broken, and has been for over two weeks. Thaaaaaat's right, six kids and no oven. The top works fine, and thus we have eaten our way through every stove top dinner recipe known to recipezar. Before this I wasn't even sure what salsibury steak was.
The repair man has cometh (after long bouts with waiting, calling, waiting, rescheduling, and his superb rendition of the characteristics of his SEVENTEEN DOGS) (I am NOT making that up) he said it would be a few weeks for the part to come in.
From here I am supposed to ease into a charming description of the really important things about the holidays, and traditions which make our home glow with Christmas cheer. And then I was going to post three cute pictures from our tree -- a popsicle stick baby Jesus with only one googly eye, and nostalgic handmade ornaments from preschool. I was even going to present a little ode to preschool teachers and thank them for these
But, alas. Somehow my brand new memory card (which I splurged on for my own self as an early Christmas present because you know it's for families memories, blah blah blah) popped out of my camera last Sunday. Just decided to bail ship and jumped, apparently. It was probably the taping of the baby running around -- it's quite dizzying. And I haven't found it yet.
No pictures and no special food.
Christmas will still come.