Bear with me

Bear with me, I have too many thoughts swirling in my head...

Let me start with I love December.  It's cold enough, but not too cold, and the days are gorgeous like only Arizona in winter can be.  This is a special month for me because it's when I got the best Christmas present I ever got--Nolan.  He's my Christmas boy, born on the 28th.  I tend to get caught up with the holidays and his birthday sneaks up on me, but I always manage to do something special for him to separate him from Christmas.  I have memories all month about the weeks leading up to his birth, of lumbering all over ASU finishing my last semester (hoping my water wouldn't break in the middle of a lab); riding in my good friend Janna's brother's Porsche (praying my water would break because climbing in and out of that thing in my big state was murder); breathing a sigh of relief after my last final because I almost didn't fit behind the desk; and looking for signs every day as I got closer to my due date because I was so eager for him to get here.  I always tell him he's the best Christmas present I ever got, too, just to see him smile and blush.  I can't believe he'll be 11 this year.  :)

I dropped the big boys off this morning at school, and I always sit and watch them walk off until their inside the school grounds.  Occasionally, I get a lump in my throat watching them walk away, so tall all of a sudden, so sure of where they need to be.  It's one of the favorite parts of my day.  I also like the moment right before I wake them all up.  I stand there and look at them and see in an instant the babies they were and the little men they're becoming.  It's sweet. Then they wake up and try to out fart each other, or see who's breath is the worst, so the moment is burst.  But that's ok.

Last night, I LOL because I said something then realized how ridiculous it would sound to someone else.  We were in the middle of getting baths all done, and I was getting something in my bathroom when I heard Audrey and Ryan snickering from their post on my bed; and without even leaving the bathroom, I hollered "Ben, if you're naked you belong in the bathroom!" only to hear him scurry back into his bathroom.  I knew he was being silly, and I laugh because sometimes the things that come out of my mouth...well make no sense to anyone but us but are hilarious nonetheless. "Would you hurry up and get dressed?  We are not interested in seeing your butt.."  The most common thing I am growling out now is "Get off of him/her/the cat!" because at any given moment, there is a dog pile.  And the princess is usually right there on very top of it, doling out punishment to those below.  "Keep your hands to yourself!" "I am not the maid, clear your plates right now!"  "Stop that if you want to live..."  and the famous "Don't make me stop this car..."  All in a day's work.  Sometimes Mr W and I just look at each other in amazement, grinning and shaking our heads because we can't believe what we just said. It's worse when we stumble over the kid's names. "Ben, Ryan, oh whichever kid is doing that, just STOP before I go mad..."  I caught one of their friends saying "oh whichever kid" to them yesterday, which made me crack up.  I try really hard not to swear, but I will let out strings of curses in Spanish, thinking it won't matter, I'll get away with it...but now they know, and will repeat it back to me "Mommy, what does 'chingado' mean?  Is that a bad word?" "Don't say that, yes, it's a bad word.." "I'm telling Nana."  "Go ahead, you little s***", I mutter under my breath.  Believe me, Nana has been caught uttering curses under her breath when she's been babysitting all day and I come to collect them. :)  I figure the cursing in Spanish is just adding flavor to their day and adding to their vocabulary.  A way to get them to use the correct accent, haha.

Speaking of accents, I was watching Love Actually last night.  I really liked it, it's good.  And talk about eye candy!  Liam Neeson, Colin Firth, Hugh Grant, and a couple of other random cuties...all with adorable accents.  What is it about the accent that makes a girl go all jelloid and want to fling her panties right off?  LOVE that.  I love it when a man can speak more than one language, you have to wonder which one does he use when....ahem.  One of the characters in the movie learns to speak Portuguese, and he stumbles over the words, but the effort is so amazing that you realize it's worth it. Grrrrr.

Okay, that's enough of that.  I have to get ready to do a fun thing today:  shop for a pretty dress for little miss.  We have a party to go to tonight, and we are all getting dolled up for it.   I will get to be escorted by three handsome little devils who all look like their Dad. And I always did want to be surrounded by men who adore me.  Hopefully they won't try to out fart each other while we're there.