Let it snow...

Putting Julian to bed tonight:

Me:  "Merry Christmas Julian."

Julian:  "Mommy, what is your present for Christmas?"

Me:  "I don't want anything, I already have the best presents of all, you and Nora."

Julian:  "Mommy!  I am NOT a present!"

Me:  "Okay, what do you think I should get for a present?"

Julian:  "Maybe a.... shovel?"

Me:  "Nice."

Julian:  "Or... a watering can?"

Have a beautiful Christmas.

jbxo

Progress.

I have realized that taste for the "good things" comes as a progression:

Wine.

Step 1.  cheap champagne/sparkling (a la Baby Duck or Spumante Bambino)

Step 2.  sweet white

Step 3.  dry white

Step 4.  red

Coffee.

Step 1.  Frappuccino

Step 2.  Cappuccino

Step 3.  Latte

Step 4.  Espresso (still not quite there...)

Boys.

Step 1.  The bad boy.

Step 2.  The really super nice guy (who you will inevitably treat terribly, because he is far too nice to you).

Step 3.  The guy who treats you well, but makes you think.  He loves apples.  Marry this one.

jbxo

Say What?

Tonight when I got home Andrew told me that Nora had been sitting beside him playing with his Blackberry.  She was tapping away on the keys when he looked down and saw the following on the screen:

assol

From the fingers of babes...

jbxo

That's how I roll...

A few weeks ago I went to mom & dad's farm for a visit with Julian & Nora.  We were only staying one night, so I only needed one bag with all of our stuff.  I packed our requirements (only the necessities, of course).  I put the bag by the door.  As I went to pick up the bag and deliver it to the car I couldn't help but laugh... and take a photo.

jbxo