breathing

Ahhhh. Pure oxygen has once again filled my deprived lungs. My Logical Girl is in the house. 

Giggles spill to the floor.

We are 
          singing Sweeney Todd songs 

and popping popcorn 

and planning our tomorrow. 

Everyone shares the same contented smile while the puzzle is complete.

gift of tears

Often in Mass I find that I can't hold back tears.  It has always been an embarrassment, until someone referred to it as The Gift of Tears.  Now I don't feel shameful if my eyes get moist realizing just how much Christ loves me. Us.

But then, this:  A friend asked me how our Christmas was.  I burst into tears.  What the what?
It was awesome, so I am wondering why I am standing in a puddle of tears.  I guess it didn't fully hit me how grateful I was that we enjoyed it so much until I was frantically scanning the room for a Kleenex box.

Odd gift.  Still grateful.

deep thoughts with no. 5

Pulled into the parking spot facing some dude's tricked out car with the front license plate "BAD."  No. 5 was hesitant to get out of the car and asked, "Is that a bad guy's car?"

*sigh* If they only came with warning labels.

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No. 5 and I had an unexpected moment alone together.  She said, as if she had been holding it in for years, "I'm glad we're alone, because I want to tell you that I'm having a Bad Life."

I choked back giggles at the thought of such morbidity coming from a six year old.  We talked for awhile and I listened to her rationale.  Apparently she is getting frustrated that everything is taking SO long.  And she hates setbacks. I told her I completely understood, but that I would like her to think of it as a great life with some bad parts sprinkled in.  She agreed.

Basically what it boils down to is that she's ready to be grown, y'all.

bitter coldness

Ok, let me start by saying that if I had a dog, cat, or any pet, especially a goldfish in a glass bowl, I would bring him or her in during these bitterly cold days and nights.  But let's not lose sight of the fact that God designed animals to live outside.  Squirrels live.  Birds live.

Better idea:  Bring in the people.

Those furry animals are gonna be fine.  

winning

Christmas was wonderful this year.  My mom brought my three nieces down to celebrate, and while I did have a bit of angst that I would melt down from the pressure of trying to make things perfect, God had my back.
For starters, He gave me a message at Mass out of the mouth of our pastor, "Jesus was born into an imperfect world to save us.  He comes again this Christmas to an imperfect world."  Oh he said it more eloquently than that and acknowledged that there are so many people running themselves ragged trying to make everything perfect that they miss the whole point.  (me.)  So, hearing that the day before company showed up was permission to scale back.
Besides my sanity, our bank account could not withstand all the plans and activities I had planned to make this perfect holiday for my special visitors.  We did splurge on beef tenderloin for Christmas Day dinner.  That was a tasty treat.  We justified it by saying that it was cheaper than taking everybody out.

So, in case you were wondering how Santa did on #5's list:
Bunny slippers:  the elves don't make bunny slippers in her size, but Santa did bring some really nice slippers that worked.  They are soft and squishy and they look like ballerina flats.  Way fancier than the stuff they wear to WalMart.
Big Hello Kitty doll:  Santa knew she already had a fairly large HK doll, so he got her a ginormous Hello Kitty coloring pad... and twistable color pencils.  Nice!  He must have known she loves to color.
Big Pack of Gum x 2: ayep!  Gone already.
Toy Shark and a whale and a baby whale (bc she wants to take them into the bath):  Santa brought a whole set of plastic sharks, each one different... Mako shark, great white, etc.  They must have eaten the whale family, because there were no whales.
High Heels with "see through":  The big red-nosed elf must have thought himself very clever to have gotten just what she asked for, especially given the size of her feet (I'm not calling her Anastasia or Drusilla, just that Cinderella has some long pedes).  However, it seems as though when he got here to set out each child's gifts, he discovered that the pair of "Hiheals with see throo" those lame brain elves packed was really just two right footed shoes.  What the heck?!?!  Maybe this means that she will be a good dancer one day?  Nobody can say she has two left feet.
Thankfully, he left her a note that said he would see to it that his elves corrected the problem and would ship her the correct pair.  Which she has now received, whew!

No 4, who earlier this year told King and I that he no longer believed, decided that he does actually believe, because he knows his parents wouldn't get him Sesame Street bubble bath. Bam!

Ok, peace out, I've gotta go draw a bath for a certain 8 year old.

the list

Dear Santa,
After we recently spoke to you and agreed that since things were a bit squeezy, you'd bring each of our kids just one thing, we broke the news to our kids.  For some reason the spoiled rotten brats older kids moaned and rolled their eyes, but the same sweet girl who left the list above said, "That's ok if he only brings us one gift, because then he can bring the poor people more stuff."
So, just in case you wanted a few stocking stuffer ideas, I decided to share this list with you.  I know you probably are well-versed in the language of 'First Grade Phonetic', but I thought I'd make it easy on you, seeing how it's so close to The Big Day and all:
bunny slippers, big Hello Kitty doll, big pack of gum x 2, a toy shark, whale, and baby whale (ps she wants it to be able to go into the water), oh and last but not least, high heels with "see through."
Love,
mg

let's move on to the next fad

I am done.  So tired of:
chevron print
bubble necklaces
cowboy boots with dresses or Daisy Dukes
hands on hips "facebook pose"

And if a picture has all four, just go ahead and shoot me.