January 2, 2008

• When in the course of human events....

  How I’ve missed you, my Xanga friends!

  Happy 2008!  I would
  promise to keep you more up-to-date, but I don’t want to make a promise that
  will be difficult to keep.  Mommy duties
  and all.  However, my new camera arrives
  tomorrow, maybe I can bring myself to take a photo a day to show you my
  life?  I may attempt that, and you can
  all see how awesomely terrible I am at real photography.  Chasing a 4 year old with a camera, easy.  Getting a drooly baby to smile, easy.  Taking a well-thought-out photo, not so
  easy.  But we’ll see, maybe I’ll even
  surprise myself.  I keep telling everyone
  that with the new camera, I’ll be able to take a photo of Bran’s inner nasal
  workings and we’ll be able to count the hairs. 
  That should be the first photograph, don’t you agree? 

  I believe I have decided to post some of what happened
  Christmas day, though I’ll do it in a protected post, just to be safe. 

  Our New Year’s Eve was basically uneventful.  We stayed home, ate most of the day, and
  allowed Brandon
  to snack on junk more than usual. 
  Strangely enough, he wanted very little junk, and would rather have real
  food.  Good for him!  He stayed up until midnight, when we all
  (except the baby, she missed it by about six minutes!) exchanged kisses to ring
  in the new year, and then he promptly asked me “Can we go to bed now?  I’m tired.” 
  He went to bed, we let him have a late movie, and just minutes later,
  little one was asleep.  How sweet.  But he made it to 2008!

  Still no tooth.  She’s
  trying, she really is, but her teeth are as stubborn as her brother’s
  teeth.  She can sit up if we put her in
  that position, but eventually falls over like a broken Weeble.  She’s also stating to coot on her belly,
  albeit backward, but she has teh movez! 
  She also thought that Christmas tree lights were for eating, until her
  brother informed her that no, they’re not, and get away from it.
   
  On Christmas day, this is so funny, my step-nephew was
  refusing to share some toys with Bran, even though there were enough.  (It was noodles and worms.  Visit a local Dollar Tree, you should find
  them.  They’re a gross gag-gift-y kind of
  toy that only little kids and their sick, twisted families will
  appreciate!)  Step-nephew is throwing a
  fit, and firmly refusing to share, while Brandon, one hand on his hip, the
  other pointing a finger at him, says, “You’d better share or I’m gonna SPANK
  YOUR BUTT!  And if you don’t listen, I’m
  going to tell your dad, and you’ll have to go home.  So quit fussing, and start sharing!  I will spank your butt!  And if I tell your dad, you’ll have to go
  home, so if you don’t want to go home, you’d better just do what I say”.  I could hardly keep myself from being
  hysterical.  It was so funny.  Step-nephew didn’t share, no butts were
  spanked, nobody got sent home, and I mostly kept my composure.
   
  That’s about it for now, I’m going to work on my protected
  entry.  Also, I promise to get caught up with you soon!  Toodle-moo!

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