Nothing Much

Not much going on. Loving the cold, listening to Alex point at the presents and say, "open, open" Santa will come and visit Christmas Eve and even Clay has Christmas Day off. Well we have had the worst time with the tree this year. Actually both trees. Only a few days of having the little one in my room that the colored lights on it stopped working. All the white lights work and so I didn't fix it and after some time I realized just how much I have to have colored lights on my tree. Then the big one in the living room. AH, poor thing. Between 2 cats and Alex I don't think it had much of a chance. The bottom 3 rows of popcorn have become less and less almost daily and all askew on the tree, then Alex's fascination with the ornaments. I guess he figured, "hey good idea, put up a big green thing and put little toys for me all over it" He has quit taking ornaments off but most of them have been hung higher up on the tree. Then a couple of days ago all the lights went out except for the bottom part of the tree. Clay was able to get the next layer of lights to come on last night but there are so many many lights and such a big tree it is hard to find the original problem. THEN a few days ago Alex decided, "hey, look at those things hanging from the fireplace" I had put one stocking stuffer in each stocking and he had a few minutes alone and pulled one of the stockings down and took the present out of it and ran and hide under the open door of the dishwasher. He was found laying under the dishwasher door with the present in one hand and the stocking in the other. He is so funny. It is like watching the world's dummest criminal in history. Sort of like an ostrich, if I stick my head in the sand no one will see me.

Drew learned one of the lessons all parents eventually learn last night. Frances and Alex went to Springfield and spent the day at the stores and so after work they all went shopping. At this one place Alex saw a vintage stuffed Donkey Kong and he loved it and when they tried to leave he had to put it back but every time they took it away he would cry and they couldn't believe how he JUST HAD TO HAVE IT and it being vintage Donkey Kong of course Drew thought that was so cute. So daddy shelled out the money and Alex got his stuffed monkey and.... you guessed it, by the time they got home Alex didn't want anything to do with it. AHH the joys of parenthood. I love watching my children raise their children. I love how different the are but at the same time exactly the same as they were.