Ramblings

So this was Cameron's lip this morning. Poor guy. Looks like he lost a fight with someone's fist. It was red when I went to pick him up this afternoon. I felt so bad for him. He is one little trooper though and continues to surprise me when he doesn't feel well and stuff. Just keeps on going like nothing is wrong. I must have done something good somewhere along in my life to deserve him! Now if we can get Noah to stop the whining and learn to talk life would be well again. He has gotten it bad the last few weeks. Whining and whining and whining and refusing to actually say what it is he wants. Not sure how much of that I can take. Trying to get him to "use his words." Good luck, eh?

The days are flying by, December has started off with a bang and I realized how much there is still to do. At least I have started my Christmas shopping and the house is starting to look more like Christmas. Just catching my breath I guess from Thanksgiving this week and then will dive in with reckless abandon I guess.

It's this time of year I miss singing the most. I used to love doing all the holiday performances and stuff. I think Midnight Mass was always my favorite. I still call it Midnight Mass, I guess technically it is Candlelight service in our church. That is one of the fondest memories I have as a child. We would always do our Christmas on Christmas Eve. We would have a big dinner and everyone over. Then all the kiddos would go outside and look for Santa and the North Star. After that we would open presents and play until time for church. Church was always such a neat experience on Christmas Eve.

And of course there is always the story of my little brother when he was really little. My mom used to sing Silent Night to him as a baby to put him to sleep. Apparently one year at Midnight Mass he stood up as they were singing Silent Night and proclaimed to the whole congregation "Don't Silent Night me!" This is always a story that comes up at Christmas anytime my family gets together. Always makes me smile.