Merry Christmas!

So, this is not booger's first Christmas, but we are treating it as such. Last year, he was all of four weeks old. Thus, hubby and I are going slightly stir crazy waiting for him to wake up. We have my mom and my favorite uncle, along with (hopefully!) booger's godfather on their way over to watch him open presents and have breakfast. I am craving tradition right now, and I have no idea what is happening to me. Suddenly, I have (gasp!) purchased a Christmas decoration, and gotten as much into the spirit as someone who is working as much as I do is capable of. So today starts the tradition day. We will spend the morning here, and against my better judgement, go to my mom's for lunch about 2. Then we will go to my sister's like I have every year for the past 14 years for dinner. MMMMM, meatballs and spaghetti! I can not wait. I am still trying to decide when we are going to read the Christmas story and sing Happy Birthday to Jesus, since my family does not believe in Jesus, God, and the like. Esp. my uncle, and he gets very angry when we pray around him. But this is my tradition. So there. Peace, genuine peace today. Kiss your family and eat too much!

This makes me sick

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/15197558/

Long story short, this woman came home from a night of drinking and got into a fight with her baby daddy. She used her infant as a "bat" to hit said baby daddy, and the infant has a fractured skull and bleeding on the brain. I can not believe that there are people on this planet who struggle every day to have children, but are unable to. And then there are people like this who have four other children and abuse their kids. Absolutely repulsive. I would love to use her as a bat to hit a building or metal wall. But instead, I just pray these five children are placed in a loving Christian home with people who love them as much as they are able.

Accomplishments

My good friend just finished her last final of her college career today. There is such a sense of pride I have for her. She has worked so hard to finish within four and a half years, which is almost impossible as of lately. She also has run a salon, worked three jobs at a time, interned at one of the most prominent companies in the world, and been a great friend throughout these years. It is funny, I have known her since she was a freshman and watched her grow into an amazing woman. Love ya babe!! Congratulations, I am so proud.

Only because Jill asked me to...

Well, I survived. My kid turned one, and I only cried once. It is amazing. It feels like just yesterday I got the phone call telling me I was pregnant, and I called my hubby to figure out what in the world we would do with another person to care for. And now, he is walking. Not talking so much, but singing. A lot. He loves Josh Kelley the most, and keeps a tune rather well. He is certainly not my child. Looking back on the past year with someone very wise today reminded me that this year is something to celebrate, not to mourn. He is starting his second year of life eating wheat, along with table foods, drinking from a sippy cup, walking, talking, and is healthy. In addition, I have learned to trust God more in a lot of situations, although like most of us, I still try to grab control at times. I was told recently that God is testing my faith with his allergies. So I decided to let God have his way. Since, I have not paid for more than two cans of formula. AND he has outgrown some of his allergies. God is good. Oh, and I am officially avoiding the scale until after cinnamon ice cream season is over.