Drumroll Please.....

For those of you whose address I do not possess and for those of you who I might not actually know, here is our 2007 Christmas card. Kinda at http://www.mykindacard.com/ did a fantastic job. (By the way, this is copyrighted material....just FYI in case you were contemplating copying it and sending it out as your own holiday greeting....which not only is illegal but quite odd as well.)

The little girl in the picture felt the need to cry for hours on end late, late Sunday evening (or perhaps early, early Monday morning???). Good thing she is so cute. Nothing was wrong, she just wanted to make sure I was still around. Perhaps I should be flattered, but there are not many neural connections going on in my brain at 2:45am.

The little boy in the picture is battling a fever and informed us at the dinner table last night that his "sup-ter was boring." It was leftovers, so yes indeed it was boring, but we are not sure where these phrases are coming from.

Last week at preschool he actually used the ba*hroom on the pot*y (another girl is pot*y-trained....peer pressure can be a wonderful thing in some situations). I had put off all discussion of such training until after we are done traveling for the holidays, but he has taken a vested interest nonetheless. Yesterday morning after breakfast, he requested a visit to the facilities. Armed with a mini-library of books, he set up camp in the ba*hroom. Every few minutes I would poke my head in and ask if he was finished, to which he would reply, "Not quite yet."

His phrases slay me some days.

After a good twenty minutes of reading, he finally accomplished his task and went on with the day....until he realized that requesting a second trip to the restroom was a great way to delay naptime. This morning he again experienced multiple successes in the ba*hroom, so it appears that this holiday season we will be toting around two pack-n-plays, sippie cups galore, festively wrapped packages, and a portable pot*y. Good times indeed.

As he was finishing up a leisurely lunch this afternoon (all meals are leisurely with our boy), he started questioning as to what happened to the bug. Not really understanding what he was talking about, I kept dismissing the question with a casual "Um, don't know...let's eat (so Mommy can enjoy quiet time while everyone naps)." Isaac was relentless, looking for his "lit-le bug." I was unaware to the fact that he had been dining with a friendly insect, whose apparent sudden disappearance was becoming quite troublesome to him. I looked around the table and (thankfully) found no "lit-le" bug, so I did what any mother who was attempting to get her kids down for a nap would do....I told Isaac his "lit-le" bug must have returned to his "lit-le" bug home for a "lit-le" nap his own self. Whatever works, my friend.