… and the winner is…
In case you don't have your readin' glasses on, that says #123.
What can I say? My children have discovered Picnik, and they thought it would be funny to pretend that the "girls" generated our number, "like those machines that send up the balls with the numbers on them, only this one is alive and it sends out eggs."
Anyhow, number 123 belongs to Em, of Em and the Gang. Send me your digits, dear, and I'll post your book to you!
In other news, we got our tree!
You know those days when you look around you at the unidentified crud stuck on the bathroom wall (shudder) and bellow, "WHAT IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS HOLY IS THIS?", just as you step on a Lego and THEN bellow another set of choice words that ricochet off the walls, and no doubt find their way to the ears of your three year old, who will then file each and every one away for future use, like perhaps at Sunday school, or when you have company over for dinner.
You know those days… like when you realize that he thought YOU paid for the trash pick up, and you thought HE paid for the trash pick up and neither of you did, so there's no picking up of the trash?… or the days when you didn't read the bed time story because you were just too done? Instead, you went \ to stand in the pantry eating way too many cookies. Of course that's when you realize that you didn't get any milk at the store, so you will have to go back, again, and you just think, "this is SO not what I thought it would be like to be a grown up, with a family of my own?"
Y'all have those days too, right?
Tell me that you do. Lie to me if you have to.
Anyway, that's kind of how I was feeling, what with the all the Things That Will Not Be Mentioned, when along came a day that was straight out of a Norman Rockwell painting, to make it all alright again.
Well, you know, aside from the part where one brother somehow got a broken off pencil lead wedged into his finger, and not 5 minutes later ANOTHER brother came to me with glass stuck in HIS finger, and then there was my subsequent ridiculous threat to the last brother, that if he so much as THOUGHT about colliding with a sharp object, I'd confine them all to their rooms for a straight month. I mean besides all that, it was a great day.
They are so very manly when there is a job to be done.
Look at that little man go! He might be four, and his head might not even clear the window, but by golly he's going to help Daddy get that tree up on that car!
We came home and put all the lights on our tree, and then we read and read and snuggled and turned on the 24-hours-of-nonstop-Christmas-music station, and it was just about as cozy as cozy ever was.
Ahhhhhhhh. I so needed that moment of peace and good cheer.
Of course shortly after that, my car's anti-lock break motor got stuck (or so they tell me), and then I didn't hear sleigh bells jingling, ring-ting-tingaling any more. Instead, I heard the KACHING of yet another cash register.
Really, you've got to laugh. What else can you do?
Besides, bad things happen in threes right? That must mean that we're good for a while!
Happy weekending everyone. We'll see ya Monday!