ACHOO!

Sniffle, snort, sniffle. I knew it would come to this . . . those cute, but incredibly snotty mini-people were going to break through my over-zealous hand-washing, lysol-spraying, coating of antibacterial shield and make me ill! So here I am at home, all alone, blogging as I blow my nose about three times a minute. Visions of breathing normally dance in my head.

Okay, okay enough whining!

So I am about to successfully send out 50 Christmas cards, thank you Wal-Mart. We actually got a good family picture this year where we all look happy and pretty. My friend who took the picture photo-shopped it good! hee hee. I hope to prove to most of my family and friends that we did not fall of the planet, well not completely anyhow.

This Christmas is so different than last year without all the hoopla about saying "Merry Christmas" or "Happy Holidays" or whatever. And as far as Santa, he's worked his way into our vocabulary ever so subtly, and we really don't care. Jonah met Santa briefly at a breakfast with Santa and would not go near the guy! He did, however, relieve Santa of a candy cane. My child will do anything for candy! It's really cool to see Jonah making Christmas crafts at school and helping us decorate the tree.

It's hard to believe this is his third Christmas! I know if I have said it once, I have said it a thousand times, but he's growing so fast! Literally, everyday he has a new sentence for us! Oh, and to update you on the whole potty-mouth issue, it got worse. He did forget all about the word "abajo" which turned into....well, you can figure it out. Then he started gettting really into naming all the vehicles on the road while we drive to work. Let's just say that "truck" in Jonah-ese sounds more like the big ole' F-Bomb. Yikes! My friend, Alisha encourages him to say "big rig" instead.

Until next time, Merry Christmas!