The past two weeks were {and, no doubt, will continue to be} the year's crescendo. Anticipation, anxiety, and a whole lot of crazy. There was a seven day stretch where we opened presents on six of the days. Whew. I woke up this morning with pep in my step and song in my voice. A return to school and a schedule is welcome indeed.
Christmas brought with it a nasty case of RSV. For the entire family...and all we came into contact with. Yeah. Sorry about that. Coughs were so bad that blood vessels in eyeballs were broken, making for lovely Christmas photos. They all kind of look like this...poor babe.
At my mom's house on Christmas Eve my brother and I found a card sent by my great uncle- a 90 something West Point grad who served during World War II.
Can't read it? Please. Let me go ahead and translate for you: We hope all is well with your family. We are aging more or less comfortably. (Here's where it gets good...) We do fear most deeply for our country and its out of control economy, its Marxist (oh yes he did) leadership, and its idiotic foreign policy. God help us if this Islamic President (can't stop laughing) gets re-elected! (And then wrapping it up as if it were a totally normal card to have sent...) We love you all!
Perhaps the most humorous thing about the entire thing is on the left side of the card (you can kind of see the arrow sticking out) he writes, "as you can see I'm starting to lose my mind." The reference is to the mistaken Grandma/Grandpa instead of Aunt/Uncle titles, NOT to the words above. This thing literally made my evening. I can only hope that when I reach my 90s I say just as many absurd and completely unPC things...moving on.
Our baby turned two (and yet continues to think he is four). We are officially done with Pull-Ups at night and naps. The independence in this one is fierce- heaven help you if you try to pick out his underwear, his pajamas, put him into his crib, help with his shoes, or just about anything else. He is as stubborn as a mule. His way or the highway. This morning I let him pick out a Dora to watch while I started the laundry and he sang the eeny meeny miny mo song to make his decision...
I turned 30. We celebrated multiple times and with lots of friends. I'm pretty sure this will be the very best decade ever. I look forward to it with anticipation.
In other news, Parker woke up a few days ago and no longer fit into any of his pants or shoes. I've been in a scramble to find 6/7s that are seasonally appropriate and size 8 shirts that can do winter/spring duty. Shoe size 1. Are you kidding me? I cannot keep up with that child.
All in all, the holiday was a raging success filled with lots of family and fun prezzies...looking forward to the boring days of winter.
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