Office Christmas Party

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I was going to write about it. Actually, at one point last night I looked up and saw five different people texting and I thought that I wished I had some way to Twitter the party, because I do think it was a rather entertaining experience. Alas, I don't. And I was gone all day yesterday and this is quite the "day after" in my home. So, I'll spare you my impressions and let the pros entertain you. This version is pretty funny. And, by the way,  the fastest bowler ever is pretty darn sore today. Once upon a time, I fell in love with the pitcher on the varsity baseball team. Thirty years later, I'm still swooning over his strength and speed;-).We're going to be snowed in all day tomorrow and I will have the privilege of testing our homemade sore muscle rub on a nationally recognized fast bowler. Office party perks, no?

Sweet Boy

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A short time after an inquisition about why all the tops of the peppermint candies were smushed...

Child whose heart genuinely is as big as his patron's: Um, I want to be like St. Nicholas but I just don't have it in me, I think.

Me: St. Nicholas didn't do it all under his own strength.

Child, surveying the general chaos of his home: I think we really need to pray more around here.

Ya think?

I'm glad Advent is especially long this year. We are no where near ready to greet the Babe.

Yet.

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If I owe you an email, please know that I left Gmail open yesterday and Karoline discovered how much fun it is to "click on all those stars, Mommy, and make them *all* YELLOW!" thereby completely obliterating my mail triage system. I'm going to pick my way back through, but if you don't hear from me, feel free to send me another note. On behalf of Karoline, we're "fwowwy."