I'm a Little Slow

A sneak peek of my Christmas card this year.

I just finished decorating my Christmas tree, sent my Christmas cards off to the printer, finalized the menu for the week of Christmas parties, got my sister's birthday present on its way, sent The Gent off to the store, and am finishing one of the last of the three "crafty" gifts that I am working on for Christmas and hoping to finish it up while cuddling on the couch with my hubby. Today has been very productive. I am feeling like I might be able to slow down just enough to enjoy a few days of the holiday season after all.

Yes, I realize Christmas is next week and it is pathetic that the tree has been up and undecorated for. . .way too long. But it's done. Ahhh. I love it but with all of the hustle and bustle I really do just love to enjoy my family and friends and not worry about some of the "less important" things sometimes.

Note to self: Don't procrastinate so much next year especially when you want to make "crafty" presents. Start the list early and have the presents wrapped mid December. Then you can enjoy the holidays. Also, a cut off for photog orders. . .as much as you love them, you need time to enjoy and work on your own projects.

That's all.

Silly Girl

The Girl is hilarious lately and full of life. She has completely broken out of her quiet little shell and has a lot to say and a million things to talk about (although half of the time I swear she is speaking a different language). She is definitely two years old and has a mind of her own.

Today, while I was getting her ready for her nap and The Boy situated for quiet time, The Girl says to me, "no nap" with THE best face she has ever given me (her just try and make me face). She jumped up on the couch, sat down, folded her arms and gave me the look. I said, "come on cute girl, it's nap time." And she said, with her arms still folded and a glaring look that said I already told you, "I doe teent so." It was the funniest thing. She wasn't going to have it. The whole way upstairs she just kept saying, "I doe teent so."

Earlier today at the store, she over heard some ladies saying how cute her sweater was and she turned and said, in the sweetest little voice, "I cute" then she tilted her head and gave them the sweetest little smile. I laughed so hard and so did to two ladies. When we walked by them again, The Girl looked down and brushed her sweater as if to say, "my sweater is cute." roflmbo Hilarious I tell you. She is the best.

I Don't Care

The Boy is finally, FINALLY feeling better.

And even better, he is finally sleeping.
He has to be exhausted from the lack of sleep he's had since he's been sick. I swear the medicine they gave him that was supposed to knock him out, had the opposite affect.

He has slept in the last two days.

He slept until 9 today (unheard of for this guy who likes to wake up at 6:45). And I let him. Who cares that preschool starts at 9 and he was completely late. Who cares that I let him take an extra 10 minutes to eat his breakfast. Who cares that we read a book, had cuddles and then got him ready for preschool.

I don't. It was worth every minute. And our entire day will be better because of it.

Start off the Day

It seems like we have the same three things for breakfast almost every single day. . .Cheerios, oatmeal or pancakes. The Girl's favorite is oatmeal. The Boy's is pancakes. That is until recently when The Boy realized that I made my oatmeal a little bit differently. I like my oatmeal with milk but the trick is to pour it over while it is piping hot and without stirring. It makes the oatmeal clump together and it is divine. The Boy noticed and wanted a bite of mine. He was hooked after the first bite and said it was the best oatmeal he had ever eaten. The Girl of course had to have a bite but didn't like it and went back to her creamy, milk stirred in, bowl of oatmeal which she devours in minutes and always wants more. Now every morning when I ask The Boy what he wants for breakfast he says, "oatmeal but with milk please." He knows what he likes and I love that he wants it just like mine.

Finally

The Boy has been sick and hasn't been sleeping. He has been wide awake in the wee hours of the night and then coughs and hacks all night. Poor guy. He has had bags under his eyes and they have been red and watering just telling me that they should be closed. The Boy can run on very little sleep which exhausts me sometimes. And he never slows down, even when he is sick (shouldn't that be a benefit of them being sick :-) He finally, finally gave in this afternoon and took a nap. I am not sure who needed it more. . . him or me. It has definitely been a looooooooonng week for all of us.

Good Reads

I don't know what it is about today (maybe it is because I haven't slept good worrying about The Boy for the last 4 nights, I'm not quite sure) but grab a box of tissues because there is some blog reading you shouldn't be missing. Here, here, and here. All made me cry.

Fun times

Two sick kiddos.

One with a cold.

One with croupe.

He is sounding like Darth Vader. And freaking me out.

Just hoping The Girl's stays just a cold.