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Oldest is eight and has never- I mean it, I dont think EVER, come out of bed once we close the door and say goodnight. Sure he has gotten up to go to the bathroom but that's it. Youngest hasnt ever, (hardly ever) gone to bed WITHOUT coming out of his room. It goes something like this My eye is itchy I forgot to tell you I have a cut and need a bandaid Im sniffling a lot. And coughing a lot Im a little wheezy And did I tell you my eye is itchy? I need to poop. I forgot to tell you I needed to poop before bed but now I need to. Ill try to hurry but since im in the bathroom anyways can I get a drink of water? Im done pooping. What smells downstairs? It smells good. Is that your dinner? What are you having? Ok, goodnight. Oh and Mommy, I forgot to tell you something that happened at school today. Mommy. My eye itches "Go to bed" dear husband tells him. "Daddy, Im not talking to you!"  Did you hear me yell "Mommy" not "Daddy...

When will this holiday season end? Ive been baking for two weeks and have decided to throw my dreams of opening up a nut free bakery out the window. Grandparents sent the boys Hanukkah money so naturally they had to go to the toy store THAT MINUTE to pick out something. Youngest decides he wants a microphone (so he can perform more shows than he already does. So he can speak louder and more often) Oldest wanted a DS game until he saw youngest with the microphone and couldnt decide between the two. Dear Husband tries to pursuade oldest to get the DS game (because truly its what he wanted) but he was hemming and hawing that youngest probably wouldnt share the microphone with him (good call) Ends up with the microphone We go home and neither works. Youngest tantrums and starts to hyperventilate (ok, not really but he might as well have the way he carried on) Back to the toy store we went Did I mention it's the Saturday before Christmas? Did I mention that the first time we were...

Youngest plays with his BFF during recess. We'll call her Susie. Yes, his BFF is a girl. A matter of fact,he has a few BFF's who are girls. I find nothing wrong with this. He is six. I do find a problem that society has a problem with this. Or maybe it's me thinking society has a problem with this. The boys in his class are playing football or running around doing some kind of sport during recess. Youngest and Susie make forts and castles and do some kind of imaginative play in the sandbox area. Occasionally youngest plays on the swing or climbs the monkey bars. He never involves himself in the football games. Oldest is shy. Very shy. It wasnt until this year that he reached out and made a few friends. Which Im thrilled about. Good kids. Oldest is not very athletic. Either is youngest. Im sure they inherited this from their mother (although I do often blame dear husband that he wasnt outside on Saturdays playing catch with them. I then remind myself that ...

As Ive written in the past years, Thanksgiving is my all time favorite holiday. Has a lot to do with my Mom's stuffing and little do with the turkey coma felt after dinner. I took over hosting duties a few years ago and am happy to do it. However, since I took over hosting duties something has gone awry each year. First year was lack of hot water for 3 days leading into Thanksgiving. Cutting it close it got restored late Wednesday afternoon thanks to a generous delivery man and an overbearing hostess who refused to take no for an answer. Last year I burnt the inside of my oven by leaving the cooking liner in when I was self cleaning. I know, not my most brilliant moment. Cannot wait to see this year. We are down in numbers however so my cooking, prepping and table issues are few and far between. I usually like to remind myself what Im thankful for (it being THANKSgiving and all) so here we go The usual, Health and family. My amazing husband and equally amazing two sons...