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10 Days of Christmas PJs! Day 4: 2004


In 2004 money was tight we had just bought a new home and in a spontaneous move (that wasn’t great financially but exactly what I needed emotionally) bought a dog. I was afraid that I wasn’t going to be able to continue our Christmas PJs tradition that year. My aunt gave me the money to buy the pajamas. I had waited so late in the season to get pjs that there wasn’t much left 😦 This was the first and only year that we had Christmas nightgowns instead of pajamas. They were pretty red nightgowns with holly and the words “peace”, “love”, and “happiness” on them.

For some reason there are only a few dark fuzzy photos and we didn’t even attempt to get a group picture. In these photos you can only see Aunia sitting on the floor in her Santa hat and unwrapping gifts. In the last photo either my sister or I are sitting on the sofa, but the image is too dark and fuzzy to tell who it is. I think it looks more like me, but considering the picture was taken with my camera…I might’ve been the one behind the camera while my sister’s on the sofa. Either way I’m sure that you don’t care, so here are the pictures already…



10 Days of Christmas PJs:
Day 1: 2001
Day 2: 2002
Day 3: 2003
Day 4: 2004 You are here 😉
Day 5: 2005
Day 6: 2006
Day 7: 2007
Day 8: 2008
Day 9: 2009
Day 10: 2010 Part 1
Day 10: 2010 Part 2 Still to come!

If you’re looking for ideas for your Christmas PJs tradition check out my post 10 Ways to Shake Up Your Christmas Pajamas Tradition

What are your Christmas pajamas traditions?

Other Christmas Posts
*Dear Santa: Part 1 Writing a Letter to Santa
*Dear Santa: Part 2 Mailing a Letter to Santa
*Dear Santa: Part 3 Paper for Writing to Santa: Free printables and more!
*Dear Santa: Part 4 Emailing a Letter to Santa
*My Letter to Santa 1984
*10 Ways to Shake Up Your Christmas Pajamas Tradition
*Phone Calls from Santa
*Uncle Ugly’s Christmas Sweater Jamboree Rules
*Uncle Ugly’s Christmas Sweater Jamboree 2010 Photos and Winners
*Traditions, Truces, and Cartoon Moments
*Food as Tradition: Norwegian Butter Cookies

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10 Days of Christmas PJs! Day 3: 2003


In June of 2003 I had gotten married and then I unexpectedly quit my job by November. Now I didn’t have the “in” at the lingerie department to pick out the best Christmas jammies before any of the customers got to them. BUT the year before when I purchased the cute cookies and milk for Santa jammies there was also another cute print with red and green starlight mints which I went ahead and purchased for the following year! Oh yes, there was a time when I used to plan and prepare for things ahead of time…unlike now.


10 Days of Christmas PJs:
Day 1: 2001
Day 2: 2002
Day 3: 2003 You are here 😉
Day 4: 2004
Day 5: 2005
Day 6: 2006
Day 7: 2007
Day 8: 2008
Day 9: 2009
Day 10: 2010 Part 1
Day 10: 2010 Part 2 Still to come!

If you’re looking for ideas for your Christmas PJs tradition check out my post 10 Ways to Shake Up Your Christmas Pajamas Tradition

What are your Christmas pajamas traditions?

Other Christmas Posts
*Dear Santa: Part 1 Writing a Letter to Santa
*Dear Santa: Part 2 Mailing a Letter to Santa
*Dear Santa: Part 3 Paper for Writing to Santa: Free printables and more!
*Dear Santa: Part 4 Emailing a Letter to Santa
*My Letter to Santa 1984
*10 Ways to Shake Up Your Christmas Pajamas Tradition
*Phone Calls from Santa
*Uncle Ugly’s Christmas Sweater Jamboree Rules
*Uncle Ugly’s Christmas Sweater Jamboree 2010 Photos and Winners
*Traditions, Truces, and Cartoon Moments
*Food as Tradition: Norwegian Butter Cookies

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10 Days of Christmas PJs! Day 2: 2002


I didn’t have any photos of us wearing our PJs in 2002 (or 2003 for that matter) so I took a photo of them for you.
I thought these were really cute with the gingerbread men and glasses of milk.


10 Days of Christmas PJs:
Day 1: 2001
Day 2: 2002 You are here 😉
Day 3: 2003
Day 4: 2004
Day 5: 2005
Day 6: 2006
Day 7: 2007
Day 8: 2008
Day 9: 2009
Day 10: 2010 Part 1
Day 10: 2010 Part 2 Still to come!

If you’re looking for ideas for your Christmas PJs tradition check out my post 10 Ways to Shake Up Your Christmas Pajamas Tradition

What are your Christmas pajamas traditions?

Other Christmas Posts
*Dear Santa: Part 1 Writing a Letter to Santa
*Dear Santa: Part 2 Mailing a Letter to Santa
*Dear Santa: Part 3 Paper for Writing to Santa: Free printables and more!
*Dear Santa: Part 4 Emailing a Letter to Santa
*My Letter to Santa 1984
*10 Ways to Shake Up Your Christmas Pajamas Tradition
*Phone Calls from Santa
*Uncle Ugly’s Christmas Sweater Jamboree Rules
*Uncle Ugly’s Christmas Sweater Jamboree 2010 Photos and Winners
*Traditions, Truces, and Cartoon Moments
*Food as Tradition: Norwegian Butter Cookies

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10 Days of Christmas PJs! Day 1: 2001


Since we were little my mom gave us new pajamas or nightgowns to wear on Christmas Eve. It wasn’t something that we did every single year. When we were in high school mom started getting us Christmas jammies every Christmas Eve. In 2000 I had been working in a lingerie department for a few years and decided that I should take over the jammie buying. I had very specific pajama needs at the time, so I wanted to make sure to get it just right 😉 That same year my aunt, uncle, and cousins moved back home to Beaver Falls from Lancaster, PA, so I decided to buy matching jammies for my sister and I and also my cousin. The tradition was born. Every year since then I’ve been buying matching Christmas themed pajamas for my sister, cousin, and myself.

During the 10 Days of Christmas Pjs I will showcase our Christmas jammies from the last 10 years 2001 to 2010.
Feel the jammie love.

These are probably my favorite Christmas jammies of all. You can’t see it too well in the photos, but these pjs have red candy cane stripes on them, Santa fur collar and cuffs, and jingle bells for buttons. Yep…awesome, I know!

Next to me in the photo is my sister, Jess, and my cousin Aunia (14 at the time), and my cousin Ben is in the front (9yo).
Wait until you watch these kids grow up in these photos over the decade!


10 Days of Christmas PJs:
Day 1: 2001 You are here 😉
Day 2: 2002
Day 3: 2003
Day 4: 2004
Day 5: 2005
Day 6: 2006
Day 7: 2007
Day 8: 2008
Day 9: 2009
Day 10: 2010 Part 1
Day 10: 2010 Part 2 Still to come!

If you’re looking for ideas for your Christmas PJs tradition check out my post 10 Ways to Shake Up Your Christmas Pajamas Tradition

What are your Christmas pajamas traditions?

Other Christmas Posts
*Dear Santa: Part 1 Writing a Letter to Santa
*Dear Santa: Part 2 Mailing a Letter to Santa
*Dear Santa: Part 3 Paper for Writing to Santa: Free printables and more!
*Dear Santa: Part 4 Emailing a Letter to Santa
*My Letter to Santa 1984
*10 Ways to Shake Up Your Christmas Pajamas Tradition
*Phone Calls from Santa
*Uncle Ugly’s Christmas Sweater Jamboree Rules
*Uncle Ugly’s Christmas Sweater Jamboree 2010 Photos and Winners
*Traditions, Truces, and Cartoon Moments
*Food as Tradition: Norwegian Butter Cookies

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My letter to Santa 1984


*Writing a letter to Santa to mail or email can be a memorable family tradition using my tips and ideas for making the experience special. The “Dear Santa” series will tell you everything you need to know about writing to Santa. Please subscribe to receive email updates.*

In 1984 I wrote a letter to Santa when Cabbage Patch dolls were the must-have toy of the year. While looking through some of my memorabilia I found a typed story that my paternal grandmother had written about my letter to Santa that year. Here is the story in my grandmother’s words:

THE BIRTH OF MY PREEMIE

I am a grandmother with three grown children and three grandchildren. I am also a serious Precious Moments collector. And although my kids think Mom has gone bananas, I have over one hundred Precious Moments to help me relive those very special precious moments that are but a memory when our children grow and leave home. To add more fuel to the fire of their minds that told them Mom is stepping off the deep end, I announced to everyone that I wanted to adopt my own Preemie: Not one that belonged to my granddaughters, but one of my very own.

As an avid Precious Moments collector, I have become accustomed to looking for those hard to find-just have to have figurines. And so…my search began. Sear’s, Penny’s, and Montgomery Wards were all among my list of places to call in my unrelenting search for my very own Preemie; but my pleas fell on deaf ears. They wouldn’t even take my order! I followed every lead, every hint of a lead, only to be disappointed time and time again.

Disappointed, but not yet defeated, I continued my search. My desire to adopt my very own Preemie prompted me to call my two daughters, who live in Florida, to have them place orders there. They did so, but again, no promises. No closer to my goal, the summer ended.

The holidays were upon us. In November our local newspaper was printing letters from children to Santa Claus. My two granddaughters, Jenny, five, and Jessie, four, insisted that I help them write their letter to Santa. Now, the newspaper, having been flooded with letters from anxious children said they had all the letters they could print for the remaining days until Christmas. I explained this to the girls, but they, like their grandma, were persistent. I, being a grandma who loves and spoils her grandchildren, gave in. I sat with pen and paper in hand and they began telling me what to write, …”We would like Cabbage Patch dolls, and please bring Grandma a Preemie too”. There, it was done! The girls, however, wanted to go one step further, “Mail it in Grandma. Please!” were now the words I was hearing. Even though I was sure that the letter would not get into the paper, how could I resist those four, big, beautiful, pleading eyes looking up at me? Well, I couldn’t (a weakness I’m sure all grandmas are familiar with); to make them happy, I mailed it in.

Good news for grandmas all over the world. Somehow it worked! One week later as I was reading the newspaper, there among all of the letters to Santa, in bold type, the caption, BRING GRANDMA A PREEMIE TOO, caught my eye. They printed it! I immediately called the girls to tell them the good news. They came over and needless to say, they were very excited, and quite impressed to see their names in the paper. Of course, I was excited for them, and naturally, I received many comments from friends who also read the letter. Maybe I should have written my own letter to Santa? Oh, well…

Christmas was almost here and even though my search for my Preemie had still not seen it’s end, my oldest granddaughter, Jenny, kept telling me not to worry because she prayed and knew that I was going to get my Preemie. The faith of a child! It worked with their letter and considering I was getting no where fast with all my efforts, maybe…

Christmas came and with it, courtesy of my youngest daughter in Florida, came two Cabbage Patch dolls for my two very special granddaughters! Me? Well, thanks to my oldest daughter, on December 25, 1984, my beautiful (?), little Preemie, Jenny Lynn was born, and I couldn’t be happier. Of course, I still love my Precious Moments.



The adoption papers for my Cabbage Patch Kid

Dear Santa Series:
*Dear Santa: Part 1 Writing a Letter to Santa
*Dear Santa: Part 2 Mailing a Letter to Santa
*Dear Santa: Part 3 Paper for Writing to Santa: Free printables and more!
*Dear Santa: Part 4 Emailing a Letter to Santa
*My Letter to Santa 1984 You are here
Other Christmas Posts
*10 Ways to Shake Up Your Christmas Pajamas Tradition
*Phone Calls from Santa
*Uncle Ugly’s Christmas Sweater Jamboree Rules
*Uncle Ugly’s Christmas Sweater Jamboree 2010 Photos and Winners
*Traditions, Truces, and Cartoon Moments
*Food as Tradition: Norwegian Butter Cookies

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Colonel Mustard on a rollercoaster with a plastic fork


This is the 6th and last post in a 6 week series joining Ginny who is guest posting at Mommy’s Piggy Tales hosting the Young Adult Years version to record your youth.
This is my final post for the Mommy’s Piggy Tales Young Adult Years series.
This week I decided to write using the “Just Plain Fun” prompt, although at the time this story wasn’t all that funny to me.

2000
Just Plain Fun
Colonel Mustard on a rollercoaster with a plastic fork

In August of 2000, Cool Daddy and I decided to go on a vacation to Orlando, FL to visit my paternal grandparents. Unfortunately my grandpa ended up going into the hospital before we got there, so we stayed with my aunt and uncle. The last time I had visited Florida was 3 years prior, after my graduation from high school. Although I’ve never lived in FL, I’ve visited so often throughout my life that I certainly consider myself a veteran of the theme parks. In the 3 years since my last visit Disney had opened Animal Kingdom and Universal had opened Islands of Adventure, so there were a few parks that were new to me. I’ll spare you the details of all of our various trips to the parks (including a story about a man yelling at us for thinking we were cutting in line, me making Cool Daddy practically run from attraction to attraction, and getting lost for hours (yes, hours) trying to find our way back home from “The World”). Instead I’ll tell you about one park in particular.

Universal’s Islands of Adventure was having a special. I don’t remember the details of it now 10 years later, but basically you go to the park much earlier than it’s normally open, you buy a ticket (at a discounted price?), they give you a pass to go on certain rides, once you go on the ride they mark your pass and you can’t go on it again until the park opens. I don’t remember how early we had to be there…but I am not a morning person so any time before 10am is early to me. I think that they opened it at 7am which means we had to get up around 6am. Now that all of that nonsense is out of the way, here’s how our trip went.

I’m pretty sure that the first ride that we went on was The Incredible Hulk. It’s a big ‘ol scary rollercoaster. I am scared to death of heights and therefore never go on a rollercoaster if I can help it. This was Cool Daddy’s first trip to FL and there was only the two of us and he really wanted to go on the ride. I told him that I would go on it just this one time and never again. I was terrified throughout the entire line. I wanted to throw up or pee my pants or both…but I didn’t want to go on that ride. But I did and I hated every.single.second. Now I was a tiny little thing so there’s a lot of room between me and the shoulder bars. Throughout the ride I was flopping all over the place and being thrown towards the bars. I kept feeling like the bars would just swing open and I would plummet to my death (I’m not dramatic at all). I kept my eyes shut tight and prayed through the entire ride. And I’ve never went on it again.

For your viewing enjoyment, here I am having a near death experience on The Incredible Hulk.

After riding The Hulk and Spiderman we decided to walk past the water rides to the Jurassic Park ride. We didn’t want to be soaking wet when we went on the other rides so we figured we’d save those water rides for later. The only people on The Jurassic Park ride were us and a family of four who sat in front of us. The ride is on a boat and at the end of the ride there’s a drop and you can get wet. Now I’ve been on Splash Mountain (Disney World: Magic Kingdom) before and I’ve hardly gotten wet on that ride, so I wasn’t expecting much from this ride either. The boat dropped and we got absolutely soaked and for whatever reason, I got the worst of it.

Here we are on the ride. This is one of me and Cool Daddy’s favorite photos, but it has nothing to do with us. Take a close look at the face of the kid in the front row.

Here I tried to crop it so that you can see the kid better.

This picture just cracked us up. His face is hysterical. LOVE. IT.

So now we leave the ride and I am completely soaked. I was wearing a tank top with spaghetti straps and my shirt was just hanging off of me. My hair was soaked and at the time it was too short for me to pull back into a pony tail. I walked over to one of the (closed) outdoor food stations and grabbed a plastic fork and started combing my hair with it (hey, if Ariel can do it, why can’t I? Maybe because I was at Universal and not at Disney). This embarrassed Cool Daddy who begged me to throw the fork away. There was no one around so I’m not really sure why he cared so much. Maybe it was because I was singing songs from The Little Mermaid while I was combing my hair with the plastic fork. Nah…that couldn’t be it.

After The Jurassic Park ride we were heading over to the water-ride portion of the park (why?! I was already soaked!). On our way there a group of people were coming towards us but they were no where near us. Somehow my equilibrium was off and I started walking in a diagonal directly towards them and walked smack dab into some guy. And Cool Daddy laughed. This ended up happening two other times before we left the park that day. Next we went on Dudley Do-Right’s Ripsaw Falls which is a Log Jammer kind of ride. The line is inside of a building and the floors sloped down hill at times and turned many corners. Because there weren’t many people in the park, the line was moving pretty fast. At one point I turned a corner (apparently a little too fast) and walked right into the wall. And Cool Daddy laughed.

It was almost time for the park to officially open and we had been on almost every ride. For the special early opening they didn’t open any of the gift shops or restaurants. At the Port of Entry there was a deli called Croissant Moon Bakery that was open. We decided to stop there and grab a quick bite before heading over to the Studios. Since it was the only place open it was really busy in there.

We walked through the line and we each had a tray with a sandwich on it. I took my tray over to the condiment counter. I grabbed some napkins and straws and then applied mayonnaise to my sandwich. Then I wanted some mustard. The mustard was in one of the pump-type dispenser thingys. I pumped the mustard and applied how much I wanted and then attempted to “turn off” the pump. But it was stuck…and the mustard kept coming. At one point I had enough good sense to move my sandwich out from under the stream of mustard. I couldn’t figure out how to shut the stupid thing off. I called Cool Daddy over who was both amused and horrified. He likes to keep a low profile so the fact that the whole restaurant was watching me scramble to turn off the pump while mustard went everywhere and a line was building up behind us was more attention then he cared to get. Finally Cool Daddy managed to make the mustard stop. Now there was a gigantic pool of mustard covering my tray. It was all over the tray station as well. Mustard was everywhere. I asked Cool Daddy to help me clean it up but he has some strange hatred for mustard and didn’t want to touch it (Yeah, who’s laughing now, buddy? Well, actually, neither of us…but still…that’s what you get for laughing at me.) I think I used a whole box of napkins trying to clean up my tray with little success. I truly don’t remember what happened after that, but I have my suspicions that we told one of the workers about their malfunctioning mustard dispenser and left the mess for them to clean. I wasn’t getting anywhere with the napkins.

By the time we left Islands of Adventure and got to Universal Studios my shirt was completely stretched out from the weight of the water pulling on it for hours. It was just hanging off of me in the front showing all my bits and pieces. If I pulled it up and back to cover up it would show the band of my bra and almost my entire back. We tried knotting up the straps but it was uncomfortable and looked ridiculous. We went to the gift shop and I bought a Back to the Future tank top and wore that the rest of the day.

I don’t remember much else about the rest of our day at The Studios since things must’ve went uphill from there. I do remember that for some reason Cool Daddy and I got into a tiff after getting some slushies and I just walked away from him. He had no idea where he was since he’d never been to the park before. I’m pretty sure that he didn’t cry, but it was still kinda mean of me. I didn’t leave him alone for long and the rest of our day was lovely, near as I can remember.

So for those of you keeping score: I got up at 6am, was scarred for life on a rollercoaster, was drenched on a boat ride resulting in stretching out my shirt which in turn resulted in me nearly flashing my goodies to innocent families, walked into 3 people and a wall, formed The Great Lake of Mustard in a crowded restaurant, ate a mustard-drenched sandwich, and abandoned my boyfriend in an unfamiliar theme park.

I’ve really enjoyed writing about my young adult years…and I hardly scratched the surface! I hope that you’ve enjoyed reading it and I hope that you’ll read the rest of my Piggy Tales (birth-12th Grade).

My Piggy Tales:
*My Birth Story: I’m always late!
*Ages 3-5: Dancing in a box
*Age 6 First Grade: There’s a bra in my lunchbox!
*Age 7 Second Grade: Bossy Wheels and Shady Deals
*Age 8 Third Grade: I will not talk in class
*Age 9 Fourth Grade: I didn’t really need those fingers anyway!
*Age 10 5th Grade: Nothing’s Scary in the Fifth Grade
*Age 11 6th Grade: Jenny Got Ran Over by her Grandma
*Age 12 7th Grade: Youth Camp Stinks
*Age 13 8th Grade: “Talent” Show
*Age 14 9th Grade: (N)O Christmas Tree
*Age 15 10th Grade: The Newsboys Wouldn’t Ditch Their Friends
*Age 16 11th Grade: Acrophobia Gets You the Good Seats
*Age 17 12th Grade: In School Suspension

My Young Adult Years
*Dreams and Aspirations: The Long Road There
*Friends and Fellowship: Friends Don’t Get Friends Grounded
*My First Job
*How I Met Cool Daddy Part 1
*How I Met Cool Daddy Part 2
*Colonel Mustard on a Rollercoaster with a Plastic Fork

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