The Boss’s Views on Santa…

Boss on seeing Santa at the mall. Again.
MAN! Santa is always at the mall!”

 

Then a moment later “Well, I guess he does have a lot of shopping to do!”

Too true, little man, too true.

Merry Christmas From our home to yours.

I am holding my babies closer this season, thinking of those who have lost their little ones this year. Treasuring my already treasured small people even more.  I’ve never been so thankful for being woken in the middle of the night by a teething Huckleberry or the luxury of not being able to get a real smile from Boss once the camera is pointed in his general direction. I’m drinking in every precious second with my sweet boys like its the most delicious hot cocoa with Baileys and real whip. Speaking of, it’s time to wrap and assemble some more presents and make some of the aforementioned hot cocoa…someone may have ordered a cool wooden garage toys for a certain Hucklberry not realizing it was over 2 ft. tall.

And as I write it it’s just begun to snow…perfect. Hot cocoa for everyone!

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It’s possible…

It is possible that this last birthday has thrown me for a loop a bit more than I’d care to admit. Well, not so much MY birthday, but Sister Dub’s has just pushed me right over the edge. Some how her joining me at, shall we say, a certain age has made it really real. Because my own birthday wasn’t enough.

The fact of the matter is that at this age I am totally, really, and truly an adult.  One would think the marriage and the two beautiful children might have driven that point home, but nope.

It’s possible that at this certain age I may have had a little pre-mid-life crisis and gone blond. Ish. Blondish. It’s a word, spell check says so.

And you know what? I dig it! I’m going to stay blondish for a while. It’s just hair, right? And for now it makes me feel sparkly and happy…which is how I feel on the inside and how I want to look on the outside. I don’t know about you guys, but I swear on a stack of Seventeen Magazines that I was just 17 myself. But then my junior bridesmaid goes ahead and turns 18 this week. Eighteen. WTH? I still feel about 22…albeit smarter (let’s hope) so how do I go about making the outside match the inside without channeling Amy Poehler in Mean Girls and more like, just Amy Poehler? Because Amy Poehler kicks ass.

So yeah I feel and want to look happy, youthful, and sparkly but not…delusional. I’m not Forever 21 (although hello? I do get certain things there) but I am not Chicos yet. Ever. Whatever.

Yeah. So Blondish. It is happening people. And it’s fun.

 

(p.s. I’m wearing Stella and Dot necklace and earrings. I’m having an on-line trunk show and you should get some. Because they are awesome, I am rapidly becoming a Stella and Dot hoarder.)

Monday Morning 9:37 am

After a long, and contentious discussion with The Boss about how we do not wear our pajamas to pre-school even if they are comfortable, I finally managed to get him dressed. And then promptly drove him to preschool. In my PJ’s. Well played Monday, well played.

Huck is working on all four incisors and two molars at once. Teething. The great baby design flaw.

Dear Monday, I’ll have a Super Big Gulp sized cocaine latte with an add shot of speed. And two Splendas please.Is there an app for that?

Monday? I cry UNCLE! I just want to snuggle in bed and watch Love Actually.

Oh yeah, I have kids. And they need, like, attention and food and stuff.

Crack latte it is! How was your weekend?