Simply Craig

Writing letters to Santa has been a Christmas tradition in our home for as long as I can remember. Over the years, I've watched what used to be  five little believers  slowly dwindle down to only two... And lately, I'm beginning to question whether those remaining two are really true believers themselves. I've already been asked a few times this year: "Mom, is Santa Claus real?" I avoid this question at ALL costs. You might be thinking... Hello, lady. If they're old enough to ask, they're probably old enough to hear the truth. RIGHT? Uhhh... WRONG! Let me explain. When I was about six years old, some of the "OLDER" kids at school informed me that Santa wasn't real. Naturally, I marched straight home and demanded an explanation from my parents. I vividly remember them telling me... THE TRUTH. And I remember feeling completely betrayed. My parents had been lying to me! At least, that's how my six-year-old mind interpreted it. I decided righ...

Our Thanksgiving experience started with packing up the car and traveling to Utah to visit family. Somehow in the back of my mind I knew that while traveling such a distance with several little bodies packed in the car we were bound to experience a little unpleasantness along the way. I was right. Out of no where one child felt the need to barf. I was grateful for the zip lock bag I keep tucked away in the glove box "just in case". We also encountered the typical bickering that occurs among siblings. We nipped that one right in the bud. I wasn't about to listen to 11 hrs of petty quarreling. If anyone in the car was caught being negative they had to sing a song ALL alone, out loud , to a radio song which was selected by me. I took my job seriously and selected only the most fitting songs for my punishees . It was NOT a desirable experience especially when our teenage son had to sing along with Miley Cyrus . It did however make for some pretty good laughs since our fa...