Only 17 shopping days left, people.
Oh, Holy Crap. I still have to buy, wrap and MAIL most of the presents I’m giving. I was trying real hard not to get wrapped (ha! wrapped!) up in the craziness of this season, but it’s hard. It’s real hard. And I’m just one man.
It’s not that I’ve gone nuts with spending…I’ve kept that part under control. I’m just starting to freak out that it’s almost the second week of December and I have yet to make cookies…elaborately decorated cookies. The ole frozen dough from the grocery store just won’t do; ever since I can remember, we’ve had these tasty sugar cookies made from scratch at Christmas time. I’d definitely label them as tradition, and the holidays wouldn’t seem complete without an entire night spent frosting them and sprinkling them, accidentally breaking them and eating them…good times, good times.
Caleb’s dad will be arriving tomorrow bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and ready for babysitting duty. Caleb and I have been invited to a Christmas party Saturday night. But that’s not the best part. Monday night is our anniversary, and for the first time in our history, Caleb…made…RESERVATIONS! Yep, that’s right. Now, personally, I don’t care if he made reservations to MacDonald’s. To me, it’s just the thought, the planning…but lucky for me we’re going to some restaurant, in downtown OKC, on the 22nd floor of some building, and…it’s revolving. Okay, so I hope I’m not coming off as tacky or bumpkin for being so excited about something like this, but I’m super stoked. I just can’t wait to spend some time with Caleb, alone. This is pretty major for me. Now I just have to see if I can come up with stuff other than child-raising to talk to him about.
What else, what else? The mousehouse has come to a standstill. I know what I want to do to it, I just don’t know how to go about getting it done. Furniture–I dread getting out the carving tool again but it looks like the project is headed that way.
I’ve been drinking heavily again…the coffee. Bigtime.
Mia’s obsessed with Dora the Explorer. We held off as long as we could stand it, but she’s hooked after only one episode and a new set of Dora shoes. I tried. At least it’s not Teletubbies or anything.
Cheyenne’s doing freakin’ fabulous at school, even in math. She’s getting so tall–I was amazed the other day when we stood shoulder to shoulder and compared our heights. She’s close–a little too close and sure to pass me up by this time next year.
Caleb’s had a lot of changes go down in his company and he’s wound up working for a new boss. It freaked him out a little bit at first but I think he’s accepted it and will be able to adjust fine.
So there’s the family update. I’ll be back another day to report on the party and the dinner…and the cookies.