The Goose is Getting Fat

Trying again...please work...please...don't make me shoot you. All I ask is two lousy pictures... that's not a lot in the grand scheme of things. You don't let me post comments a third of the time. You loose posts I've labored over. You can be as slow as molasses in January. All I'm asking is #1 load my stinking pictures and #2 don't loose this post again!

Now that I've gotten that out of my system, I started wrapping gifts at 8:20 last night and finished at 10:15. And I thought this was going to be a little Christmas. Each kid got one pair of PJ's adn the rest of this pile is toys...Husband enjoyed his shopping excursion yesterday. He came back with the big things...I'd already picked up the little things. Everyone should be happy on Christmas morning. Due to the odd shapes of half the gifts, they look as though a 12 year old Princess wrapped them (she was notorious for her oddly wrapped gifts and yards of tape). Now she's quite the professional. Years of department store Christmases will do that. I could've used her last night!


MIL brought the kids' gifts over yesterday. They got to open some (mostly coloring books, work books, crayons, sewing cards, foam letter blocks, cd books, and other educational stuff), and some were saved for Christmas morning (sheets for everyone). The kids were so excited and I was thrilled with the tone of the gifts. They should keep the kids busy and happy for lots of hours.


MIL had to bring them over yesterday because SIL is staying with an aunt this week who's recovering from surgery. SIL has mental problems and takes issue with MIL & FIL giving gifts. They ususally have to sneak the gifts out to our car during the family dinner and then they don't get to see the kids open them. Sometimes I feel really bad for them, but sometimes I'm very frustrated by them. And that's all I have to say about that. LONG story. I was just glad she got to see the kids so thrilled with her gifts.

#1 Son took offence with the fact that his Grandma didn't get him a "Little Larry-Boy toy." That's the only thing he's asked for and didn't understand that every one isn't getting him one. He'll get it on Christmas morning...probably first thing so he doesn't have a melt down.

Baby Girl went back to school today. "If my ear starts to hurt, I'll tell my teacher and she can bring me home," she informed me as she was heading out the door. I sent a note explaining BabyGirl may have trouble hearing as she has a blister on her ear drum. She was thrilled with the prospect of her teacher knowing this information. Strange child, that one.

Last night I asked her if she knew why we get presents on Christmas. "Yes, Mommy. It's because Christmas was when God was born. And we get presents because the wise men brought Him presents and He thought it wouldn't be fair for just Him to get presents so he wants everyone to get some." She's got a grip on this thing, even if her details are a little skewed. I told her the gifts were to remind us of Jesus, the greatest Christmas Gift of all and that Christmas was when Jesus was born and God has always been here. "That's what I meant." I'm very proud of her. Some day she'll get a grip on the Trinity and such, but she's only 5 now. I'm just thrilled she understands Jesus and God are one in the same.

Yesterday the following conversation took place between Mary (Baby Girl) and Joseph (#1 Son) as they played with our nativity set:
See, Joseph. This is my new baby. His name is Jesus.
I don't really like that name. Can't we call him something else?
No, I already named him that.
But Jesus isn't my favorite name. Let's pick a new one.
Mommy, Josheph won't let me name Jesus, Jesus!
That's the name God gave Mary to name the baby, remember?
Oh...well... OK then, you can name him that, Mary.

BTW, is anyone else having spacing problems with Beta Blogger?