The Griswolds

So far, our 9 days of Christmas have been less turtle doves and geese-a-laying and more soiled carpets and shoulder injuries. Can I just say, you have not lived until you have held down a screaming two-year old and tried to simultaneously wipe poo from a leg, the carpet, your own arm and the offending backside.

Yesterday we left the house as a pretty together family. Sort of like the Brady Bunch but with less teeth whitening and more cheap sunnies from the $2 shop. A trip to the city, headbands in, cameras pointed, spirits high. Four hours later, we returned as the Griswolds – one child unclothed but for a pair of shoes, another one sporting previously mentioned code brown – on a train no less – and a string of people for whom we can only assume we acted as a visual contraceptive for.

What can I say?

We’re living the Christmas dream, folks. This is life with kids and we laugh with our spouse because they get to live in crazy town with you.


Some photos from the past few days, because y’all don’t expect too much of me during the month of December, right? I’m winding down for the year which we all know means hiding from my kids at any chance I get and scoffing as much chocolate as I can devour in a hot thirty seconds.

Our local Christmas festival was on Saturday, rained out for the scheduled lagoon location and stuffed inside a humid PCYC instead but look! Face painting! Jumping castles! Lollipops! Santa!







Annual Photo with Santa.


I’m not gonna lie, I made a mistake. Our million dollar moment was tainted by a poor mummy-move. The removal of a band-aid should never be executed seconds before a happy snap. All hell broke loose and Ella channeled her best look-alike teenage persona of “what-the-&%^#ing-hell-are-you-looking-at?”.


It was so us.




Which brings us to our trip into the big smoke.


As you can see, not so Griswold-ish yet. We’re all excited about Santaland and Billy even flashes his signature finger move so we know he’s happy, too.


Santaland was fun and enchanting and I even ran into a blog reader I’d never met which was extra lovely.





We wrote letters to Santa and checked out the Myer display windows and just generally kept our Brady selves together.



And, really, the story can just end there because there’s just far too much poo involved and goodness me, it’s Christmas. We all had a lovely day and it was just very lovely. The End.


Here’s a little video explaining how to make paper snowflakes since a few of you asked (I know, very Martha Stewart of me. Considering starting a YouTube channel called How To Get Your Red Tent On.)



And we shall now end with the serenity prayer because: serenity.

God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.

Living one day at a time;
Enjoying one moment at a time;
Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;
Taking, as He did, this sinful world
as it is, not as I would have it;
Trusting that He will make all things right
if I surrender to His Will;
That I may be reasonably happy in this life
and supremely happy with Him
Forever in the next.

And Lord, it may be cheeky to ask, but if you can’t grant me those things could you at least send some wine? Thank you, Lord. Forever grateful. 

Friends, I hope you are enjoying all things merry.


(Sorry, I just felt like saying that.)

(It’s safe to say I need some sleep.)





Night, sisters.



5 Responses to “The Griswolds”

    • The Red Tent

      Ha. Ok. Brainstorming ideas now. 1. Three Ways To Appear As Though You Are Listening To Your Spouse When All You Want To Do Is Check Out And Eat Cake 2. How To Throw A Sisterhood Party In Your Lounge Room 3. Top 5 Ways To Wear The Same Clothes 3 Days In A Row. Any more ideas?


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