We celebrated Christmas at grandma and grandpa’s house this year. It was sort of a last minute decision so my brother emailed Santa personally letting him know that Emory would be in New Jersey instead of Brooklyn. It’s true. My brother Ryan told Emory this two days before xmas. He said, “Don’t worry, Emory. I emailed Santa and let him know how urgent this is.”

Having been a blogger since the beginning of the decade, I am an expert where urgent and corrective emails are concerned. I reckon my brother’s email looked something like this:

DEAR SANTA,

EMORY IS IN NEW JERSEY!!!!! NOT BROOKLYN. PLEASE MAKE A NOTE OF IT, YOU IDIOT MORON. EMORY IS NOT IN NEW YORK CITY BUT IS IN NEW JERSEY, YOU TWAT.  MAKE SURE THE PRESENTS GO TO NEW JERSEY!!!! I REPEAT: NEW JERSEY!!!! DON’T MAKE ME BLOG ABOUT HOW YOU F*CKED THIS ONE UP, SANTA.!!!!?!

love,

someone who THINKS U R FAKE!!!!!

And it worked! Santa knew to deliver the presents to New Jersey instead of Brooklyn and Emory was happy.

One of the items Emory received for Christmas was a tunnel. (Incidentally, I’m pretty sure that’s how Santa got into the house seeing that my parents ain’t got no fireplace and all.) Emory loves tunnels. He loves choo-choo tunnels, tunnels that take place beneath a cat’s belly, human leg tunnels, couch cushion tunnels and now he loves his plastic play tunnel. He played with the entire time we were at G-Pa’s and G-Ma’s house.

Then we returned home. And, wouldn’t you know? There’s another member of our household that finds the tunnel pretty rad.

Mom It Down: A recipe for laughter.

What you will need:

• 1 toy tunnel
• 1 toddler
• 1 curious cat

I will it make it my goal to get this on video if it’s the last video I ever take because it’s awesome.