Dec
23
Excepting a few short outings here and there, I’ve basically been holed up in my house since last Wednesday. That’s a long time to be stuck inside a less-than-2000-square-foot space with unlimited access to baking supplies. Totally unrelated piece of trivia, did you know that it’s possible to gain five pounds in a week?
I would have thought that being housebound this long with the kids would have made me Homer-Simpson-something-something crazy by now, but it’s been . . . well, I do so love to complain, but truthfully it’s been kind of nice. Really nice, actually. The boys seem to have reached some kind of awesome stage where they aren’t so enormously different in ages and abilities, and I keep catching them just sort of contentedly hanging out. I can’t quite describe how it makes me feel to see them playing together or listen to Riley’s happy chatter interwoven with Dylan’s babbling. There needs to be a whole new language for that sort of joyous, heart-expanding goodness; it eclipses all things.
Before this snowbound business I had been feeling kind of sad about Dylan, about how he’s growing so quickly and entering into the realm of knowing what he wants and not being afraid to complain about it, often at ear-splitting levels. Where did my good-natured little baby go, I kept wondering, but oh, he’s still here. It’s easier to see it when life isn’t so rushed, that’s all. When we don’t have to run around all crazy in the morning getting everyone out the door, when evenings aren’t a stressful mess of hurried meals and tired kids and exhausted parents.
My mother and aunt were going to come for an early Christmas last Saturday, but we had to take a snow check. Now it’s unclear whether JB’s parents will make it, they’re battling their way up I-5 but last we heard they were in Salem and going about 30 MPH. We may be on our own for the holiday, and while that’s a bummer, we’re certainly not the only ones — I have coworkers and friends all over the place here in town whose family plans have been completely derailed by the weather.
We remain optimistic about the possibility of hosting a big family meal, though, and have picked up our Giant Hunk O’ Ham. No matter what, we’re certainly not lacking for food around here (see also: five pounds). And thus it’s time for that classic holiday game played throughout many cultures this time of year . . . CAT OR HAM?
Which weighs more, our cat?
Or a bone-in ham?
The rules are simple: you place your guess in the comments, I’ll randomly pick a winner from the correct guesses, you win an Interesting Prize.
You should know that 1) we did get Cat to stand on the scale with her full weight, and 2) my scale only measures to the pound.
CAT?
OR HAM?
** Comments closed! CAT OR HAM data being compiled now . . .**
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CAT!
MoFo, please. It’s the HAM.
How much does evil weigh? Cat.
Man, this is quite the election. . .
Although I think they will be neck + neck with weight, I’m gonna have to place my ballot in the . . .
CAT box.
HAM. Totally. ham. (sorry, Cat.)
totally ham. totally!
ham, but only slightly.
HAM. But maybe that’s just because I’m so hungry right now.
Assuming Cat has recently left you a horked-up surprise in your closet, I’m going to go with HAM!
Tough one, I’ll bet it’s close but I’ll say CAT
I’m going to go with Ham.
Ham.
I’m going with CAT!
Ham!!!
I will guess: CAT.
Also, the picture of the snow are beautiful, and I am jealous.
I say Cat!!!!
ham our cat is looks about the same size and color.
That depends on whether the cat has also had unlimited access to baking?!
So I guess cat.
Cat could totally eat a bone-in ham. Cat wins.
Okay, first of all yes I do know that you can gain five pounds in a week because I have. What’s with all the eating and stuff?
Your photos of the recent snowfall are beautiful, and so are your kids. The families displaced by weather during the holiday season however, totally sucks.
I’m putting my bet on CAT.
Happy Holidays to you and your family Sundry!
Hi, my name is doofus. I’m the anon commenter above who forgot to put in their name information.
It’s all the eating I’ve been doing, I swear. I’ve lost my brain.
Cat. For reals.
is there a bone in the ham?
Ham.
Cat would like a piece of that Ham with just a bit of brown sugar and orange juice glaze, and then to take a swat at Dog for even thinking about taking her piece.
ham ham ham.
Cat. Also, beautiful pic of bird.
Cat – because I once owned a fat cat.
Bone-in ham for the win!
Ham
Cat- well, at least my cat…
Oh, Cat for sure. I cheated and looked at the Martha Stewart recommended allowances for ham. L, I want to wish you and yours a very wonderful and happy holiday. Thanks oh so much for providing such abundant entertainment and enjoyment over these many last years. You’re the best.
C-A-T Cat
i’ll go with the cat. thanks
Poor Cat looks abashed: “You… you think I’m fat?”
Cat seems to be about the same size as my cat, so I’d guess Cat is around 11-12 pounds. The Ham is harder, especially as a couple people mention having 12-lb hams of their own that look smaller than the pictured Ham, but I’m going to rely on my old supermarket deli experience and guess that Ham is around 8 pounds. Consequently, Cat is heavier than Ham.
I vote cat. Although the ham is certainly quite large.
my cat looks to be similarly sized, and he’s much heavier than I’d imagine a ham would be. I go with CAT.
Ham?
I say cat.He certainly took his time with the baking supplies.
Gosh, what a tough one. My brain hasn’t worked this hard in awhile. I’d say cat.
I hope Xmas works out for you. Happy Holidays!
Cat, because I’m getting too grossed out to think any more about the bone-in ham vs. bone-in cat choice.
cat
Which weighs more, evil or pig fat? Wait, pig fat is evil…
Evil!
I mean…I too believe it’s a tie.
Oh, the ham, definitly. Cats are way more hair than body…
I’ll go with cat. They can be deceptively big. I’d wager that the cat weighs more than our chihauha (he’s only 10 lbs). Your boys are adorable and I would love to know where you got the hat Dylan is wearing, it is too cute. Hope you have a Merry Christmas and are able to spend it with your extended family. I am missing all mine that are in Seattle. All that snow… how I longed for that as a child.
Cat is so adorable.
I’m going with HAM.
ham, though I’m sure the cat is a ham at times!
Cat for sure!
I’m going to have to go with HAM. Cat just looks too svelt.
My cat Gyro could be Cat’s twin, and he weighs 18 lbs… but I’m afraid Cat still appears bigger than him. I’m really not sure how much an average ham weighs, but I still think Cat has it beat, bone or not. And we all know cats don’t have bones since they turn to a puddle of jello when you try to make them do anything. Like not napping on the dining table.
Ham