Praise the Glue.

I was ready to blog tonight, not sure what I wanted it to be about.

1. Perhaps it should be about the wonderful Christmas that we had and how Owen received tons of presents, yet when asked today what he got from Santa, he could only remember ONE present.  So, way to many dollars later, what they say is true: Less is More. 

 

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2.  Perhaps it should be an update on Ivy and how she is so ready to crawl.

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3. Perhaps it should be about the fact that I am blogging while freezing tonight because our gas bill was too high this month.

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4. Perhaps it should be about my new sweet nephew Evan and how wonderful it is to see Angie with a baby. 

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5. Maybe a post about my cleaning lady that I have coming in the morning and how I really hate cleaning bathrooms.

Before I started pulling the thoughts swarming around out of my head, I read my blogs from last January.  First, I was sad there were only 5 things to read.  I should be better.  But second, I cannot believe Owl’s eye fell out a year ago.  That being said, this post is now about giving a shout out to gorilla glue.  Owen still loves his owl.  We still pack him up wherever we go.  I left him at Costco a few weeks ago (bad day).  Last night Owen had a dream that we were looking for Steve, Noni and the new baby and he dropped Owl and he fell and broke in a million pieces.  He woke up crying and saying owl was broken in a million pieces and that he had so many memories with him.  Owl went with us today to see the new baby.  He and Owen were dressed matching capes (thanks Em) (Owen was pretending to be Prince John from Disney’s Robin Hood while Owl was Hiss.)  Everywhere we go this little owl has 2 eyes.  1 year ago we glued in the eye and 1 year later it is still glued in.  In all of his travels and times through the wash, he keeps coming out with 2 eyes. 

I love gorilla glue.    

And tonight, because this deserves a post of its own, the others will have to wait.