I love it so.
I am deranged. But it was one of many fantastic, thoughtful, and generous gifts this year. Other greats include gift certificates for massage and facial for HH and myself, tons of super cutie clothes for the Otter, plus her favorite: a toy microwave that beeps just like a real microwave and spins a plastic bag of popcorn around. I will hopefully tell more, but Miss Fussypants is in a *mood* today. The microwave only stems the tide of fussy.
Hope your holidays were happy, and good luck in 2006!
Hey kids! I’ve already opened one present, and it’s in the running for my favorite. It’s a pair of L.A.M.B.sweats. I am just like Gwen Stefani!
There is lots to talk about, but I have to fight my way to the post office, so you may not hear from me til after the ho-ho-holidays. Big season’s smooches, all. Have a heavily spiked egg nog and think of me.
I have mystery socks on today. I have socks on today that I am fairly certain came to me through a wormhole. I was actually sort of aprehensive about wearing the socks today, as if the socks have some sort of significance. These socks, my friends, kind of freak me out. They look exactly like a pair of socks that I do own, and remember purchasing. However, somehow, I now have another pair that just appeared in the laundry. I have two pairs of the same socks when before I had one pair. Nobody can tell me how I came upon these socks.
As if that isn’t weird enough, I found a pair of baby socks in Audrey’s size in my trunk. I did not purchase these socks, and they are not new. Why I would have someone else’s baby socks in my trunk I cannot say. I am sock abundant.
Remember on Buffy, when the town would get attacked by their Halloween costumes, or everyone would go mute and be murdered by scary floaty guys? And then later no one ever talked about it or acted as if anything unusual had happened? That is sort of what is happening with the socks. SOCKS DON’T JUST APPEAR and yet the Husband is taking this very lightly. I am starting to convince myself that maybe I did have an extra pair of nice warm socks but I just FORGOT for the past year or so.
It’s a Christmas miracle. A random, disturbing, meaningless, sock-related miracle.
1. Pete is unsure about this, but I think it’s a riot. Shop now, shop early.
2. BabyHead is starting to speak. So far we have:
*the classic, “uh oh”, for whenever she “accidentally” drops food on the floor, or when she hurls her binky out of the crib. This noise is amplified 10x on the montior and never fails to wake us.
*”light! light! light!” Lights are cool with the younger set.
*”night night”, coupled with the sign, a head tilt with hand on cheek to produce a cuteness singularity. If the universe suddenly implodes, this is why.
*a garbled noise ending in “oooo”, a.k.a. “thank you”. Such a polite girl.
3. When reading 
Olivia, she always growls at the part where Olivia scares Ian away with a scary mask. Must get this on video.
