Oliver's favorite book these days (and by favorite, I mean, OBSESSED, and makes me read it 12 times a day!) is this silly Clifford's Christmas Lift-the-Flap Book. Yes, as in the big red dog.
Reading this book, and watching all the kids on Birdwell Island play in the snow makes me wish for cooler weather, and Christmas trees and cookies, and and and...
I have to remind myself that before we celebrate Yuletide, I have to have a baby.
"Holy Shiz" says I.
Then I am incredibly grateful that between here and singing Christmas carols, we have several (as in four out of our five) birthdays, Halloween, Thanksgiving and then a baby. And then we'll have Jesus' birthday.
It all starts on Tuesday, with Spencer-man's third birthday, and it'll be whirlwind from here to there.
Thank goodness there is 4.5 months between now and then.
I need the time to get it all done.
So, for now, I shall continue to read Clifford's Christmas and be grateful I have a wee bit of time before handling all THAT plus four kids.
Holy Shiz. But I said that already.