Dreams, teeth, and Bert the Tree
Eve's been having nightmares and coming into bed with me at five a.m.-ish the past few nights. Yesterday I couldn't fall back asleep, partly because she was snoring in my ear and partly because something was really bugging me. The fact that I haven't started my Christmas cards yet? Nope. The fact that I have to write an exam on Sunday for which I've barely studied and it will be following two days and nights of partying with some of my high school friends? Uh-uh. That I haven't bought Angus's video game that he wants for Christmas and forgot to double check the name of it before he sealed his letter to Santa? Nah. It was that I couldn't remember what we had for dinner on Saturday night. It was driving me bonkers. I knew we had ribs on Friday and chicken on Sunday, so I was thinking it was probably meatless, but I couldn't see myself making it when I tried to picture it, or putting stuff on plates and handing it to the kids, and we definitely hadn't gone out, and I felt like I was going insane. For two hours. And then I got up.
Eve and Matt have been watching the Lord of the Rings movies together, which has been nice for him because their movie taste doesn't generally overlap a lot. They were watching the second movie and she told him that she had to stop watching because she was afraid she was going to have a nightmare again. He said "why, what did you have a nightmare about last night?" "Dinosaurs." .......
Angus did something that totally reminded me of how he was when he was four or five. Last night he was in the basement and he came running upstairs and said "I lost a tooth! I bit some saltwater taffy and it came out!" He grabbed a kleenex and shoved it in his mouth and I said "well where's the tooth?" and he said "Downstairs, in the saltwater taffy!
Eve asks for this song every time I put on Christmas music while we're baking. Has there ever been anything better than Sesame Street on TV? I am happy. (and it was homemade pizza and Matt and Eve made it, which was why I couldn't remember me doing it. Ahhhhh.)
sesame street christmas rocks.
i hate not remembering shit like that.
Eventually, I remembered that Jon bought Jacob's other gift, a little mini hockey set that they could play together.
See what happens when our husbands DO something? All hell breaks loose!
Happy is good. :-)
Happy Happiness: )
Glad to hear you're happy. Hope that's still true since I'm very tardy in my blog reading this week.