What to do

I struggle so much to put Owen to bed at night. It is a minimum of an hour long drama and most of the time takes longer than that. He didn't nap today and he fell asleep on the way home at 7:30. Fully prepared to have him wake up and take a minimum of two hours to fall back asleep, I brought him in and laid him on the bed. I thought about leaving him, but I looked at him lying there in his jacket, dirty shirt and pants, with stinky socks (he wears rain boots all the time and be glad you are not near them), and I couldn't stand it. There is something so sad about sleeping in your clothes and at the same time something so wonderful about sleeping in clean pajamas. At the risk of being up all night, I changed him. He started to fuss and cry and then started asking for night orange juice. I figured I was doomed. I laid him on the bed all comfy and clean and laid down next to him. He put his arms around my neck and started playing with my hair (he has a thing for hair) and told me that he ate his nanis (chicken nuggets of course) all gone and then by some Christmas miracle he fell sound asleep!! I felt a little lost and confused. Owen asleep at 8:00!! I feel like I have all the time in the world. I figured I better document this day as I don't have high hopes it will happen again.

(Owen watching tv with his trains. We take trains everywhere in his choo choo bag, you have to see it to appreciate it, I will take a picture)

We both had a busy week, the Christmas season is moving so quickly. This year I vowed that I would not be running around on Christmas Eve with the majority of gifts still to be bought. I must say that I am not doing so bad! There is more to do than I would like, but things are coming along. We have been shopping a few times this past week. Owen told me yesterday that he wanted to go shopping with Noni (Angie). I told him we could go. He said he wanted to go to the Old Navy Mall. He loves Old Navy. He has a new coat from Old Navy and runs around with it on telling everyone he got it at Old Navy. We also waited in line for 45 minutes to see the world's scruffiest Santa. Waiting in line reminded me of a time when I looked at the line with hundreds of parents and children waiting to see Santa and thought, wow, I am so glad I get to shop and don't have to wait in that line. But as I waited in line for Scruffiness to come back from what I am sure was a smoke break, I realized I loved waiting in that line for Owen. I waited all that time and I wasn't even buying a picture and it was still worth the wait to see him hug Santa(even if I was afraid of him getting so close to that scruffy man). He still wouldn't sit on his lap, but stood in front of him and told him what he wanted for Christmas, he gave him a hug and we were on our wait. After we walked away he said WAIT Mommy! Nanta..and puckered his lips. Um, lets see if we can find a different Santa to give a kiss to.

We celebrated Ben's birthday this weekend and that means we went out to dinner one time too many. Not wanting Ben to have nothing to do on his birthday, we went to Friday's on Friday. I must have seemed really mean that night. We were waiting and waiting and waiting for a table. I asked one of the girls how long it would be and she said they were still waiting for a table to open up. I sighed and the manager heard me and said she would go look for a place right then. She came back and said the table was just paying and it would be just a little longer. I said thanks and we waited and waited and waited. She finally came over and said we have your table and I will be right there to talk to you. Everyone was asking me what she said and trying to figure out what was going on. I was as well. She came up and apologized a million times for the confusion and delay and wanted to start us out with a few appetizers. She suggested the two most expensive ones and we said ok. She left and although I was never that upset, just anxious to sit down, we all said Hooray!! So we ate like pigs. Saturday we were out shopping all day so we ended up at Red Robin and we ate like pigs. Then tonight was the real birthday dinner, we went to Ben's favorite steak place called The Keg. This time we ate like large pigs.
(I have no idea what this tucked in upper lip smile is about, this seems to be the new smile)