This blog is therapy for me, though, and all of you are my unpaid therapists. I appreciate each of you who take the time to leave a comment here more than you'll ever know.
I hope you enjoy the holidays with your families and friends. I'm taking a few days off to spend time with mine.
Isabella is SO excited for Christmas. Her joy is overflowing on the inside, I assure you.
Luci doesn't know quite what to make of the wall of animatronic, dancing, plush animals and snowmen that sing Christmas carols that her great-grandmother has purchased for her and her siblings by the gross, but is hoping that they stay far, far away from her room at night.
If Nicholas' cranium wasn't being crushed by this too-small Santa hat, he would say to drink heavily during the holidays. It does his mama just fine.
And finally, Andy, this one is for you. I have not given my cats away because I was afraid they would sneak into my children's rooms while they sleep, crawl into their cribs, and suck the life out of them because they smelled milk on their breath (although I will confess to thinking about it given that they have christened the new house with vomit in virtually every room). My geriatric cats are alive and well and enjoying their new cat seat beneath the Christmas tree.
Happy Holidays, all.