Holidailies 19 – Silent Night. Holy Crap.
Posted by RobinDec 26
Hallelujah, it’s over and done. This Christmas season, with its myriad of ass-pains, is over. At least, the worst of it is. Brian and I have returned from my hometown. Clara Jane’s spending a few days with my parents. I’m looking forward to tomorrow night’s Bottle Rockets show and Sunday’s LiveFeed show at Cicero’s. It’s time to blow off the steam.I think our entire holiday can be summed up in this photo:

Oh, there’s a story, of course.
Christmas Eve, we were opening gifts with my parents, Brian’s parents and my grandparents. Part-way through a gift, Clara Jane stopped, and ran to the bathroom to pee. Ah, being fully potty trained – that’s the best gift ever.
Well, there’s one gift that’s better. That gift is a lifetime of blackmail material against one’s child.
On Christmas day, we were repeating the gift-opening with even more relatives and some family friends when once again, nature called. Clara Jane once again jumped up and ran for the bathroom. Now, that’s a kid with some excellent potty skills, I’m thinking. Not once but twice she stops unwrapping gifts to potty.
And then my mom started laughing, because this is what she saw:

She knew this trip to the bathroom was going to take longer. Not wanting to miss out on precious gift-unwrapping time, my ingenius, if not ill-mannered, child came up with the perfect solution: put the potty chair in the middle of the festivities for a little crap n’ unwrap!
Being able to share this stories and photos for the rest of my living days? It’s nearly vindication for that tantrum she threw at the botanical gardens the other day. Hell, it almost makes up for the 32 hours of labor.
Since I don’t have any songs about Christmas crap, I turned the iTunes Genius loose with some Bottle Rockets, in honor of their 15th anniversary.
- Welfare Music – Bottle Rockets
- Eight Piece Box – Southern Culture on the Skids
- I Must Be High – Wilco
- Give Back the Key to My Heart – Uncle Tupelo
- Inn Town – Whiskeytown
- Afterglow 61 – Son Volt
- Looks Like I’m Up Shit Creek – Nora O’Connor (Genius managed to find the one song in over 11,000 with a fecal reference in the title, just for today.)
- Greenville – Lucinda Williams
- Zoysia – Bottle Rockets
- Lookin’ Up to Heaven – Paul Westerberg
- Hard Way to Fall – Ryan Adams & the Cardinals
- Thirteen – Wilco
- Jet Pilot – Son Volt
- Love Like a Truck – Bottle Rockets
- Come On – Bottle Rockets
- Voodoo Cadillac – Southern Culture on the Skids
- Dust Down a Country Road – John Hiatt
- Dead, Drunk and Naked- Drive-By Truckers
- Evening Gown – Alejandro Escovado
- I’ll Be Coming Around – Bottle Rockets
12 comments
Comment by Kathy on December 27, 2008 at 3:58 am
put the potty chair in the middle of the festivities for a little crap n’ unwrap!
Oh lord, that’s too funny!
Comment by allison on December 27, 2008 at 11:37 am
Please, please tell me the potty was just for show and not actually being used!
Comment by Robin on December 27, 2008 at 11:38 am
Allison, I wish I could tell you that, but I’d be lying. It was used for both functions. In a room full of family. While unwrapping some Play-Doh from Cousin Travis.
Comment by Jennifer on December 27, 2008 at 12:30 pm
OMG that is too funny! Poor child has no idea how many years of torture she’ll have to endure because of this.
Comment by allison on December 27, 2008 at 1:06 pm
*shudder*
I am far too modest to think any more about this. For example, I wrote my mom a note telling her I started my period. A NOTE!
P.S. Your blog tags cover up the first line of your entries…
Comment by michelle on December 27, 2008 at 1:15 pm
Best.Christmas.Story.Ever!!!!!
Comment by Exena on December 27, 2008 at 6:27 pm
Funniest shit ever (no pun intended!!!).
Comment by pam on December 28, 2008 at 9:30 pm
Craptastic!!! Imagine the look at her senior party when that picture is on the slideshow!!
Comment by Rhubarb (aka Sarah) on December 30, 2008 at 5:15 pm
I can just see it now…hauling out the family picture album (or loading it into the computer) for her boyfriend to appreciate…just what happened to me, only it was me naked on a bearskin rug at about age 2. I wanted to die, but it was funny. I can see that now. Just a little too full of myself as a teen and that picture certainly deflated a bit of ego.
Comment by Rachele on January 5, 2009 at 11:08 am
That is the funniest thing I have seen in a long, long time!
Comment by Limoeg on January 8, 2009 at 12:35 pm
Really that is funny.
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