My family is a mess. When we talk it is expected to scream at the top of your lungs in order to get a word in. Don't get me wrong we love each other but everyone screams. I think we give disfunctional it's name. Anyway Christmas was great yesterday. I decided to try making a sweet potato pie along with my famous yams. I am determined to find my hustle no matter what it takes. My mom takes a vacation from cooking all year so my eldest Aunt Vikki takes charge of cooking Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner. Now I have know idea why mom does not enjoy cooking but she doesn't. She cooks a few things pretty good, like mac and cheese, greens, and dang there are few other things but I can't think of them now.
Anyway Christmas dinner was on the way. Prior to being involved in the Christmas mayheim i assisted my sweetie Kennedy in opening her gifts. I am still unemployed but I saved for my babies Christmas because I had to buy all of her gifts on my own. I am not ready to go there right now. I am just going to say that I am blessed to have lots of aunts with no kids who enjoy treating there nieces and nephews. Ok so It was a good day it was not really any drama. My mom kept the peace until I got mad when my yams where almost burned to death. My Aunt Vikki sort of tripped because she didn't want the macaroni to suffer the same cooking disaster. She wanted the macaroni out of the oven. My mom was underhandly trying to make sure it was cooked thoroughly, alothough she doesn't cook she knows how long foods must be prepared. My Aunt Vikki was loosing it she could only take another criticism before she blew up. I just wanted to avoided any confrontation can we have one day. Gee whiz it's Christmas. Leave it to us we will fuss about not fussing. I am convinced it is how we are but, not how we need to be.
Christmas turned out good the food was yummy and the bread was mother watering, compliments of Aunt Cheryl I am waiting on the receipe to be given to me. My little sister thinks she next in line. That is not mathematically correct. Oldest equals receipe, youngest equals assistances in the kitchen.
So after dinner was over gifts were exchanged, and who is the day for drumroll please, Kennedy. The girl has not had a bad gift year yet, and she acts crazier by the day. Don't get me wrong I am blessed for having a healthy child but Lord she is a handful. She talks from the time she gets up to the very moment she falls to sleep.The more gifts the more she didn't listen. She was told on December 24 2011 at 11:45 that because of her behavior Santa Claus was not coming to this house. She straightened up for a second and dang if she didnt go back to acting like a nut. Anyway she got more gifts than most children probably got yesterday. It is hard to make 3 year olds understand things like blessing and being truly blessed.But I will continue to try. So she had a great Christmas and I happy for that. Kennedy called her daddy and she spoke with him for while and played with the winning gift plastic cooking food, for a kitchen,she is in love. Our Christmas turned out to be a happy one not too much family dynamics. My family gotta love them
