What Am I Supposed To Say?

Yesterday Lilly asks me if Santa Claus goes to the bathroom. I answer yes and then she says, "Where does he go?" It took me a second, but she wanted to know where he goes to the bathroom when he's out delivering presents all night long. These kinds of questions really stump me because I'm not quite sure of what to say, so this was my answer. "That's part of the magic!" And then I changed the subject. I mean, is it a good thing to think that Santa might have used your bathroom? I just don't know.

Today

Today I'm grateful for my boy...

(and also the pacifier and the bed)

Gratitude

I wanted to get my intro above the globe, but I didn't so just pretend.

I may or may not stalk a few (or several) blogs of people I don't know. And yet I feel as though we could totally be BEST FRIENDS if only they knew I existed! Does that sound a little creepy? Anway, I got this idea from a fellow blogger who said that each day during the month of November she would blog about something for which she was grateful. Well, if I'm anything, I'm a realist and I knew I wouldn't do it everyday, but I did it today and maybe I'll do it again. My whole family participated. Hence the picture of the world. Lilly said she's grateful for the whole world. She also said she appreciates the rain and a comfy bed. She also likes long walks on the beach. No, I'm just kidding.

Abe is always grateful for Costco. He calls it "ca coe" and he asks to go there everyday. When I tell him, "Not today" he cries out "Why?" He sounds like it's torture not to be able to go.

Kelly is grateful for the lowering gas prices. Who isn't? It makes us positively giddy. Who cares that the economy is in crisis. The President elect can fix that. He can fix everything! (I'm not making a political statement)

And this is what I'm grateful for...Just listen...If you were in my house you'd hear absolutely nothing. Yippee! I LOVE peace and quiet and that's what I've got right now. So I'm feeling very grateful indeed.

The End

Which Do You Prefer?

Lilly, Lilly, Lilly...she has definitely been testing my patience today. Oh the tears and the snarls and the dirty looks! I have been a perfect motherly role model today, though. Really, this one is for the books. I only laughed once when she was angry and yelling at me because I interrupted her. I told her not to wear underwear anymore because it causes such wedgie-rific problems when she sits down in her carseat. I ignored her accusations of me not listening to her. AND I never yelled. Not one peep. Maybe I should write a book on dealing with a sleep-deprived 5 year-old-drama queen (oh, excuse me, princess). By the way, right now she's lying (or is it laying? Cari, can you explain the difference to me, please?) on the floor next to me saying she can't walk and I need to carry her to the bathroom. Speaking of Thanksgiving, I'm SO grateful it's bedtime. But the real point to this story is how truly funny she is...

We were at Target tonight, the happiest place on earth in my opinion, discussing the difference between artificial and real Christmas trees. When talking about why some people like to buy artificial trees she says to me (talking about the trees for sale at Target), "They call it fiction. And if it's real, it's non-fiction. All these trees are fiction." She really can be such a dear.

This Gives Me Anxiety

I got tagged and it makes me nervous. I don't particularly enjoy writing about myself. I prefer to stay mysterious (that's how I got Kelly, ya know) but I suppose I'll divulge a little bit.

6 random things about me
1. I'm either nervous or scared about everything. Example #1: the first sentence of this post. And yet I feel as though I'd be quite adventurous if given the opportunity (and I don't wimp out first). It's a conundrum.

2. I can only snap with my pinkie and only with my left hand.

3. I can fit my fist in my mouth. It's pretty gross and I don't show just anybody so don't ask.

4. I used to think that someday I would play Christine Daae from The Phantom of the Opera on Broadway (or off Broadway, I'd do either). I learned all the words and would sing it at the top of my lungs when no one was home. Besides not being able to carry a tune, I think I'm pretty close to my dream coming true.

5. My maiden name (now my middle name) is Barraclough. No one pronounces it correctly so they just say Bearclaw. I'm fine with that and people have actually asked me if I'm Native American. Yes, I would tell them. I may be blonde (I am blonde, I am I am I am!) and fair skinned, but I'm actually from the Hopi tribe. Some people are so gullable.

6. Okay, here's my claim to fame. Once I divulge this little goody I have nothing else to WOW people with... I went on A date with Paul Walker. He's the kid from The Fast And The Furious. He actually ran after me to get my phone number. Ah! Those were the days. I was much younger then and dare I say, fancy free.

I'm glad that's over. The rules say I'm supposed to TAG 6 other people. I don't think 6 other people read my blog that have blogs of their own. Therefore, I'll break the rule and TAG only 3.
Nickie, Alisa and Brittany, I now pass the torch to you.

I Ate Too Much Candy

Here are Abe and Lilly before going out to trick-or-treat.

It was the funniest thing to walk behind Abe and see him waddle down the street. He liked wearing his costume, though.

Every year we have trouble getting Lilly to stay out for a long time to trick-or-treat. Obviously Kelly and I want more and more candy but when after only 5 or 6 houses she asked to go home last night, we both were really disappointed. Kelly tried to allay our candyless fears by saying that he'll take her out later only to hear Lilly say, "I don't want to go out later. I just want to go home." We tried to convince her, but to no avail. She just wanted to pass out the candy at our house. Something about it's better to give than to receive. Surely that's not applicable to Halloween candy! But still I've managed to OD on snack size candy bars anyway and I just want to throw it all away. I'll never learn.

Conversations with Lilly (and please don't be offended)

Lilly and I were just talking about something or other. I can't quite remember, but she said to me,

Blow me.

Shock and horror.

What did you say?

Blow me.

Where did you hear that?

You say it.

Shock and horror again. I seriously think when did I ever say that? Ever? Then it hits me,

Oh, bologna!

Relief. And I think I'll work on my pro-nun-ci-a-tion.