…And a Happy New Year!

It appears that through all my complaining about getting ready for Christmas, I forgot to actually wish you all a Merry Christmas, like I had intended to do when I started writing that last post. So, Merry Christmas Everybody!!! And Happy New Year!

We had quite a wonderful few days visiting family and taking the new truck on it's maiden family voyage. I'm pleased to announce that the heated seats work VERY WELL, and we were able to fit all of our luggage, Gracie's bag full of stuffed animals that must travel with us at all times, AND 8,000 presents (give or take a few) into that beautiful new truck.

And speaking of 8,000 presents, I must say, I've been royally spoiled this year. I'm going to make us very fat baking all the super yummy looking things in the Farm Chicks Cookbook, and then work it all off with the Wii Fit! Then I'm going to collapse into bed and read Dooce's book. Although I can tell that one will be a one-night special. Like, I'll start reading it at bedtime, and at 5 a.m. I'll put it down, finished.

Also, did I forget to mention the part where I spent most of the week leading up to Christmas worrying that Gracie was going to be disappointed because she wanted a Kanga and we couldn't find one? Luckily, she opened up her big stuffed Roo and declared THAT to be Kanga, and all was right in the world.

Can I also say how impressed I was that her Go Diego Go Animal Rescue Center only took about 5 minutes to put together? Because I was really afraid we were going to spend much of the morning with her asking me ARE YOU DONE YET MOMMY? ARE YOU DONE YET MOMMY? ARE YOU DONE YET MOMMY?????

Anyway…time to end this very disjointed post (that's what happens when you type each paragraph a few a hours apart I guess), and wish everybody a very wonderful 2010. Cheers!

I think I can, I think I can…

Okay, I'm a little bit freaked out right now. It is (stops to launch iCal) December 22, and I have not finished my Christmas shopping. Or done all my baking. Or wrapped ONE SINGLE PRESENT.

Where did December go, exactly? The last thing I remember it was the first week in December, and I was feeling pretty good about getting everything done. Then the freaking deep freeze blew in (I've said it before and I'll say it again: global warming my ass!) and I found myself couped up inside with a sick kid and -30°C temperatures outside. You don't have to be mother of the year to know you can't drag a sick kid out in those kind of temperatures, so inside I sat, waiting for the weather to get better.

So, I'm a little bit behind. Okay, a lot behind. But I'm going to finish today. TODAY! So that tomorrow I can wrap presents (instead of doing it all on Christmas Eve, after everyone goes to bed, like a usually do), and finish my last batch of baking, and be able to sit and relax on Christmas Eve.

I can do it. I can do it. I can do it. Do you think if I say it enough times, it will actually come true?

God I love that man.

See that super hot guy sitting in the back of the truck? He's the sweetest man in the whole wide world.
Why? Well, see that truck he's sitting in? The very cool black truck that he bought last year, that he loves more than anything in the world (except maybe that little girl sitting next to him)? Yesterday, he sold it. For us. Me and the little girl. Because we didn't fit in it anymore.

Now, the new truck is a very, very nice truck. It's absolutely loaded, and has a huge back seat that will fit Gracie and theoretical baby #2, AND all of our many bags of things that seem to need to go with us everywhere we go. But it isn't HIS truck, the little black truck that he loves, and I feel both guilty that he had to sell it and absolutely full of love for the man who gave it up for us.

I'm sorry honey. We'll have lots of fun in the new truck. I promise!

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas…

Deck the Halls with bows of holly



'Tis the season to be jolly