Dude.  Christmas is hard.  It's not just Christmas.  It's working and being a parent and a partner and trying to nail this exercise/running thing.  I'm kind of pathetic, totally interested in my stats from my little Nike iPod doohicky, ignoring the good people of the internet from whom I have drawn so much support over the years.  It sounds sarcastic, maybe, but it's true.

Here's a question.  If I put the funny things the children (and I) say on Facebook, would you want to read about them there?

Think about it. 

Here are some:

Sanna asked to take something for the food drive at school, and I gave her a choice of soup or chick peas. "I'll take the soup because I like chick peas."
Me: "If we ate food from the food pantry, wouldn't you be excited to see chick peas there?"
S: "I'll take both." (No small feat since she has to drag both cans around until the afternoon, along with her shoes, lunch, and full metal water bottle.)

Sanna, late one night in bed: "Mommy, I can't sleep. I keep thinking songs over and over in my head. It just keeps going, 'Jingle bells, jingle bells.'"


me, telling Sanna to keep getting ready for the day: "If you're going to eat your oatmeal, there's no time like the present."
Karl: "Where's the present? Who has a present?"

Karl told me about his teacher at school who has "a little mustache all over his face" and was just a little appalled when I told him he'd grow hair on his face when he became a man.

Children who will not pick stories because they want to set up the nativity set get the gospel read to them. Just FYI.

You know who plans a party for children at 5pm on a weekday? Sadists. Sadists and people who think children should have a stay-at-home parent.

Karl appears to be under the impression that the reason we eat plants is that they can't outrun us.  He had a very detailed dream that Papa S made him a gun and gave it to him for his birthday. The gun was made of yarn and wood and paper and tape and had water in it for squirting. This gift arrived at the right time, because there was a bear coming out of our house and Karl squirted it with his gun.