It's Christmas Eve!

Ah, yes.  Christmas Eve.  When anticipation is at its highest and there is nowhere to go and nothing to do and nothing new to play with yet.  This year I was smart and planned some activities for us.  A gingerbread house that actually worked out.  Another batch of cookies to bake...but Jeff ended up doing most of it.  He's a darn good baker.

Now the little ones are playing with Grandma's iPad, and Andrew is watching a taped UD basketball game with his dad, and Grandma and Grandpa are "watching" with them (read: sleeping sitting up on the couch).  I have a roast in the crock pot for dinner, and a chicken and broccoli quiche cooking for lunch.  All the presents are wrapped and ready to go, and I am SO EXCITED to see their faces when they open some of these gifts.  Spoiler alert:  Andrew is getting a dwarf hamster.  OMG.

Anyhoo.  I'll kill some time with funny Michael stories.

Lately, everything that pokes him or bruises him is "Sharping" him.  As in, "Mommy, I fell down and this block sharped me in the eye."  It is very cute.  Jeff and I have taken to using that new verb in our own speech.  As in, "You sharped me when you spilled milk all over the counter."

Yesterday we took the grandparents and kiddos to a local shopping village.  It has been built to look all old-timey and has lots of unique shops.  At Christmas time, the put lights on EVERYTHING, and cook apple cider on a cauldron in the center green...and it is very magical and nice.  We were popping in and out of stores and running through light tunnels, etc etc.  At one point, Lily, Andrew, and I were in a shop entirely devoted to dog and cat stuff (think pads of paper with dogs on them, costumes for dogs, gourmet dog treats, stuffed dogs, etc etc).  Jeff was outside with Michael, and watched as Michael walked into the shop next door...a woman's clothing store that is apparently owned by a non-Christian.  It is very nice inside, but there was not a Christmas decoration anywhere.  Michael did a loop inside the store, and then stormed out.  He went over to Jeff and said disgustedly, "That place HATES Christmas."  Jeff said the expression on his face was priceless.

That's all for now.  I can't wait to see what is in store for us tomorrow morning!  Yippee!