I knew there was one more of Johnathan's that I meant to include yesterday ...
I was holding Jonas who had the hiccups and was drooling. Johnathan looked at us and in a concerned and somewhat panicked voice said, "Mom! He's hiccing up on you!"
The tree is up, though I was dragging my feet to do so. Johnathan kept asking every day when we were going to put it up. So there it is. No ornaments yet and I'm not even sure if we're going to make it that far. Oh, of course we will. But I'm only putting on the pretty ones this year. For real this time. I mean it.
The Jim Brickman Christmas Romance cd is playing. I love it. Even Johnathan said he liked it. It's a good one to chill out with after you've grumbled and groaned the whole time you were hauling the massive (but gorgeous) 9-ft pre-lit tree in four pieces out of the attic, dodging children and laundry baskets along the way. Hypothetically, of course.
And a couple of nights ago, Johnathan was making sure he knew Santa's plan to come down our chimney and fill our stockings. In his prayer he prayed that Santa would not burn his bottom in the fire. How thoughtful. :)