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Tired.

Best wishes for 2007.

Peace.

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It’s so hard to believe that it’s already been two years.

You are a joy.

You remind us to slow down and enjoy the moment.

You remind us to laugh.

You make sure you get your turn, “An-dew, too! An-dew, too!”

You adore your brother and miss him when he’s not around, “Where Dan-ull? Where Dan-ull?”

You love all things Baby Einstein.

You love your Thomas shoes, I think, because putting them on means you get to go outside.

Mac and cheese is the food of the gods, in your view.

Balls inspire uninhibted glee. We may have an athlete on our hands yet. Our little tar heel.

We can’t wait to see what’s next. . .

much love.

I’m getting tired of looking at his mug. . .

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are met in thee tonight.

Peace to all.

My cold is hanging on. Feel like poop. Head hurts from coughing. This interferes with my drinking plans, darnit.

Did Christmas with the boys today. It was a hootenanny. My favorite parts were when Daniel saw his Plan*City parking garage and hugged it, and when Andrew saw the life-sized stuffed labrador we got (it stands up), and kept saying, “Doggie! BIG! Doggie! BIG! Wanna ride it!” Hee-hee.

“. . . the sun has gone to sleep and so must I.” (watching a little Sound of Music here tonight.)

Dark, rainy afternoon.
Warm and cozy inside.
Christmas tree lights brighten the room.

We are opening Christmas gifts tomorrow morning. I’m heading to work for a couple of hours, then back home to bring all the loot downstairs from it’s hiding place in the bedroom and wrap lots of present. Squeee! I can’t wait to see the kids faces in the morning.

Bible study was good this morning. My role in life is clearly to be a contrarian. When we were in a conservative church, I spoke up from the left. Now that we are in a liberal church, I can’t but help to point out that we can’t throw the baby out with the bath water. Oh well.

OK, off to work, I go, I go.

Not really a good idea to leave my blog posting to the end of the day. You’d think I would have learned this by now. Duh.

Scratchy throat. Runny nose.
Lots of clothes to fold.
Kids are screaming. Tears are streaming.
It’ll get better, I’m told.