So my Christmas spirit has returned (for the time being) even with a sick little boy, even with not being done shopping, and being unable to finish until Mike gets home so I can go out and spend the last bit of the day shopping (gee that sounds fun doesn’t it?). Even with the fact Damien has thrown up 5 times since 6 am, all over blankets, his crib, my floors, me, himself, his toys, etc. He’s had 2 baths since 6 am, but thankfully they cheer him up. By 7 am my washer and dryer had been running for an hour, and I’d had all of 1 hour of sleep (YIPPEE!)

It is with all this un-good-ness that I say getting some hugs and hearing my little mans almost-no-voice say “mommy - blankeeeet? mommy - bluuue? mommy - bappy?” made me realize, that I am so fricken lucky. I mean I don’t have “the best” life. But I have a life that fits me. I have the most perfect little boy I could ever have. We have a house that works for us, we have family around us that works for us. Life just works…its odd.

Anyway..this entry was interrupted only a dozen times by a vomitting child, phone calls, and my desire to try and get things done….good luck with anything!

Have a Happy Holiday Season dearest readers!!