Baby It's Cold Outside

A quick rundown on my life:

- Jaycie spent a couple nights with us last week.....wild time as usual
- Mom and I went to Aunt Amy's on Friday....Chuck E. Cheese, bonding withcousins, Christmas dress shopping

- Saved a cat from a field last week...Dad thinks it got into a hot motor....spent a week at the vet....now the proud owners of an ugly, stinky cat named Splotches (we love her)

- Helped Mom start the Christmas shopping

- Yesterday was observation day at dance class.....Mom, Dad, Grandma Pam, Grandma Bonnie, and Papa Charlie were all in attendance

- Spending all day tomorrow with Grandma Bonnie so Mom can "big girls only" Christmas shop

Well, the cold has certainly come. This is the time of year when my mom thinks that she is going to die if she has to put so much as a toe outside. She comes by this naturally though, right Papa. I am more like Daddy who is probably not even wearing a coat outside today.

And yet there is one wonderful, glorious, magical implication of it all.....Christmas is coming! Yes, Mom hates the winter, but there is nothing she loves more than Christmas (ah, the irony). Yes she knows that Thanksgiving is not even here yet; she chooses not to care. I already sat on Santa's lap last weekend. I, the girl who last year screamed when the man in the red suit came within 10 yards, am now virtually an elf. I told him that I wanted the Tinkerbell movie. He told me to be a good girl and we would see. I am anxious to put up our tree, which will probably make its debut this weekend...hint: there will probably be another blog update soon.