Monday, December 06, 2010

'Tis The Season

I always have the best intentions to blog more. But then life happens and I don't get it done.  But here I am!  So everyone should be overwhelmingly happy.  It's okay to even do a cheer right now.  I know I just did.  And now I will share some priceless gems of information.  Or useless gems of information -- however you look at it.

--I always know Christmas season is on us when I can turn on the TV to any channel and Elf is on. 

--I also know it's Christmas season because I don't get to watch Elf, I get stuck watching Yogi's First Christmas.  (Anyone that has seen this show -- am I alone in wanting to strangle Cindy Bear and her stupid Mistletoe song?  Gag!!!)

--Our ward split I think about a month ago.  Having to make new friends is giving me anxiety.  Help!!!

--Before the ward split, I was really enjoying my ward calling as "semi-active lady who sits in the back row with a screaming child".  I felt I fit the role perfectly.  Dang split.  Now I've been put in the primary presidency.  What?  Kids?  What am I supposed to do with them?  They have tiny hands and it weirds me out.  Plus they don't think I'm funny, and that's hard on the ego.  Oh Heavenly Father, I hope you know what you're doing, because I certainly don't.

--The rumors from the old ward must have spread that Josh is still mentally challenged because he can still enjoy his calling as "semi-active dude who sits in the back row with a screaming child".  No fair.

--Yeah, see how I mentioned screaming child twice?  Weston hates church.  Actually I think he just hates us in general.  He's all smiles and happy when he goes to daycare, but by the time we get him home, he throws at least 8 tantrums.  Someone tell me this is a phase?  Either that or we have a real diva on our hands.  Great.

--Weston is getting close to walking!  He usually takes a few steps and then forgets the moving-the-feet part and falls on his face.  I think he thinks he is supposed to fly.

--Okay I exaggerated for dramatic effect.  Weston doesn't hate us all the time.  He actually loves us.  Well, he loves Josh.  He loves to clap his hands, get so excited and squeal for "daddy" when Josh walks into the room.  He does say "mama" too, but we just discovered he's actually not referring to me at all.  He says "mama" when he wants food.  Yeah, I see all I am good for. That's also hard on the ego.

--Also among Weston's vocabulary:  "uh-oh", "ball" (his first word), "pa-pa", "good boy", "yeah", "dog", "see ya" (which comes with a really girly hand-wave) and I think "bottle" (ba-ba).  Oh, and the word he does direct at me?  "Go away".  Great, thanks, Weston.  I really am feeling like mom of the year here.

--I made a goal last year (I actually make this goal every year) to run 500 miles.  In 2009, where I was pregnant for 9 months out of the year, I got pretty close to my goal.  This year, I have made it....wait for it.... 19 miles.  Yes, that is all year, not this month.  Now, quit your judging and just help to get me motivated!  I am a lazy disgusting sack of potatoes.

--Does anyone have any ideas for inexpensive Christmas gifts?  Blame it on mom brain but I've got nothing up there.  Please help!!!!

--Speaking of Christmas, I have had the opportunity to be in Lex de Azevedo's Millennium Choral Society for the past several months. I L-O-V-E singing again!  We are putting on a concert for his "Gloria" work on Friday, December 17th and Saturday, December 18th at the Provo Tabernacle.  You should come.  Because if no one shows up, my already shattered ego will be even more destroyed.

And that's all I've got today.  I know, shame on me, I don't even have an adorable picture to go along with the post.  I'm saving the element of surprise for the adorable Christmas cards I just designed and ordered!