Walking in a Brainless Wonderland

Sadly, my blogging has gone south in the past week or so. Right along with my newborn’s sleeping patterns. I’ve thought about posting, but really, with the pitiful state of my brain, it would come out to a bunch of gibberish. Something along the lines of Mylicon, Christmas baking that hasn’t been accomplished, Christmas cards unmailed, a house that is threatening to bury me, and playing Bessie the Moo Cow to an infant. Every hour and a half. Oh sweet God, shoot me now. But I have about 68 pages left to revise on the book. I hope to mail it off next week.

I did manage to get my kids’ picture taken with Santa on Wednesday. All three! At first, Santa was cruising around, talking to the toddlers and walked right past my daughter. Little Miss was NOT about to let the big man ignore her, and she trailed behind him. At one point, she reached up as though she were going to tug on him to get his attention. Then she glanced back at me and realized that it probably wasn’t a good idea to grab onto a strange man’s pants. Finally, she managed to explain to him how important it was that he bring her a princess dress for Christmas. He told her that he could probably manage that. Then I asked him to take a picture with the kids.

We won’t mention how I was tempted to beg Santa to take the baby back to the North Pole for a while so I could sleep. I think Santa was slightly afraid I would make a run for it.

This weekend, the plan is to decorate Christmas cookies and mail the Christmas cards. We baked gingerbread men yesterday and a few batches got a bit…er…crispy. Maybe with enough frosting no one will notice.

What about you? How is your holiday shaping up?