Sunday night and Santa

Sunday was a scorcher.  All thoughts of nubby woolens and corduroy pants flew out the window when the air conditioner kicked back in.

But that didn't stop Court who decided after dinner to write to Santa Claus.  I guess he wants to get his list in early...



even though I reminded him that his birthday was coming up sooner than Christmas.  If anyone knows where Santa can get some shark bones, I'm sure he could use the help.


While Court put the finishing touches on his correspondence I walked into where Kevin was watching television.  He reminded me that the Emmys were on...

the red-carpet had started...

and I had completely forgot. 

Kevin and I are award show watchers. This years Emmys were of up most importance because my favourite show was finally getting some love.

Both Friday Night Lights stars Kyle Chandler...

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and Connie Britton...

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were up for best acting awards.

I panicked because I still needed to clean up the kitchen from dinner and the whole Santa Claus debacle and get those kiddos to bed. Or at least pre-occupied with something...

so I gave Kevin the choice between running out to get a movie for them or cleaning up the kitchen.

He chose the movie. I cleaned.

He returned and popped in Home Alone. A classic...and a fitting choice.

Neither Connie nor Kyle won the Emmy. But I was reminded of how much I l-o-v-e Modern Family.

And John Hamm.

And Tina Fey.

I didn't watch to the bitter end...

because I already felt like a bad mommy and it was after 10 pm.

I peeled the sleepy kids from the bean bag chairs and got them...

and myself...

to bed.

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