Thursday, December 31, 2009

Dressed to Kill...with Cuteness!

Anthony will ring out the old and ring in the new in elegant James Bond style, thanks to this smashing tux from Jon and Linda.

He'll be observing East Coast midnight, greeting 2010 with a milky toast to all his friends and family. Mom and Dad will try to stay up for the real thing. We'll have black-eyed peas for good luck in the New Year. The night's entertainment is the movie "District 9", which should be worth staying up for. Happy New Year!

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Winter Wonderland

It snowed yesterday!

Portland is notoriously unable to cope with even the smallest amount of snow. Traffic was so bad yesterday afternoon that it took Paul almost 3 hours to get home from work! It was too cold to go out, but Anthony had fun watching his first snow out the window.

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Thursday, December 24, 2009

A Right Jolly Old Elf

Twas the night before Christmas, at the old Carson house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse (thanks to Arnold).
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
And this year a new one was hung carefully there.

Anthony was nestled all snug in his bed,
Parents squinting at his video monitor, their eyes beady red.
And mamma in her ‘jammies, and I in my sweats,
Hoping that more than three hours of sleep we would 'ketch.

When out on the lawn there arose such a noise,
Could it be a delivery of more eBay-bought toys?
Away to the bathroom I flew in a hurry,
With fan blowing loudly to silence my worry.

A light in the kitchen, had I left the 'fridge open?
I stumbled there groggily, my brain barely copin' .
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a big guy in red, eyeing all of our beer.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his boots,
Was this some wayward neighbor, some loony old coot?
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
Was he a stray UPS man, all loaded on Jack?

His eyes-how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
Of all the Three Stooges, I always liked Larry!
He ogled our cookie plate, grinning with glee,
Lit by the fishtank, as green as the sea.

The stump of a stogie held tight in his teeth,
The guy was enormous, a real side of beef.
He had a broad face and was shaped like a piano,
I thought for a moment he was Tony Soprano!

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
If I hadn't left cookies, I'd have felt like a jerk.
Stuffing cookies and pizza deep into his robes,
He gave me a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, overflowing his pockets,
And away they all flew like a space program rocket.
But I heard him exclaim, as he hurtled from sight,
"Happy Christmas, you Carsons, and to all a good-night!"

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

My Research Assistant

Anthony came to Mommy's work last week to help out on an important project.
He worked very hard all day.

Here he is taking a little break.

Monday, December 21, 2009

Happy Birthday, Mommy!!!

No monkeying around! I have the best Mommy in the whole world!
Happy Birthday, Mommy!!! (When do I get to have a birthday...?) Thanks for taking such great care of me and for all your love!
Your adoring son (with help from Daddy),

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Our Halls are Decked!

We wish all our friends and family could come over during holiday time, but some of you are just too far away! Here are some pictures so you can see what the Carson household looks like as we celebrate the season.

Come on in!
The point of entry for Santa...
A new stocking is hanging this year!
Rudolph holds a special place in our hearts...
A little family
Here is our tree!
We have a couple of special new ornaments this year.
The World-Renowned Sci Fi Tree. It gets bigger every year!

And the best thing of all?
This little Christmas Elf!

Friday, December 11, 2009

The Happy Household

I read this poem on another blog- I love it! Enjoy!

The happy household by Eugene Field

It’s when the birds go piping and the daylight slowly breaks,
That, clamoring for his dinner, our precious baby wakes;
Then it’s sleep no more for baby, and it’s sleep no more for me,
For, when he wants his dinner, why it’s dinner it must be!
And of that lacteal fluid he partakes with great ado,
While gran’ma laughs,
And gran’pa laughs,
And wife, she laughs,
And I – well, I laugh, too!

You’d think, to see us carrying on about that little tad,
That, like as not, that baby was the first we’d ever had;
But, sakes alive! he isn’t, yet we people make a fuss
As if the only baby in the world had come to us!
And, morning, noon, and night-time, whatever he may do,
Gran’ma, she laughs,
Gran’pa, he laughs,
Wife, she laughs,
And I, of course, laugh, too!

But once – a likely spell ago – when that poor little chick
From teething or from some such ill of infancy fell sick,
You wouldn’t know us people as the same that went about
A-feelin’ good all over, just to hear him crow and shout;
And, though the doctor poohed our fears and said he’d pull him through,
Old gran’ma cried,
And gran’pa cried,
And wife, she cried,
And I – yes, I cried, too!

It makes us all feel good to have a baby on the place,
With his everlastin’ crowing and his dimpling, dumpling face;
The patter of his pinky feet makes music everywhere,
And when he shakes those fists of his, good-by to every care!
No matter what our trouble is, when he begins to coo,
Old gran’ma laughs,And gran’pa laughs,
Wife, she laughs,
And I – you bet, I laugh, too!