Ah, time to blog

I'm sitting here, at my cluttered desk with only the Christmas lights on, sipping an adult beverage and it finally feels like Christmas. Granted, we don't have snow, but my shopping is done...I have a closet full of hidden gifts and a kitchen filled with cookies. I have back to back holiday parties this weekend...and honestly? I couldn't be happier.
I'm one of those rare breeds that actually enjoy Christmas shopping. No, really. I do. I like picking out gifts, especially for my boys and I can.not.wait. for them to open them next week. I might be more excited then the almost 7 year old.

Speaking of him, yes he'll be SEVEN in THREE WEEKS!! Holy freaking cow. We're taking him to stay in a fancy hotel (free night!) and then hitting the Natural History Museum. Then sometime later in the month he'll have a sleepover with some of his best buds. Lord help me!
He was making his teacher a Christmas card today....I helped him spell it all out and then told him he could draw a picture. He thought for a moment and then replied "Can I draw me and Mrs. O shooting guns with fire bullets at cans?!"
Um, no sweetie. I was thinking maybe a Christmas Tree?
"Oh, I don't know how to draw that"
Oy. I haven't looked at the finished product, but I think it is some sort of tree.

I spent today doing the following:
T2's hair cut
Craft Store
Target
BJ's
T2's EIGHTEEN MONTH CHECK UP!!!
Attempted nap - FAIL
Baked mint chocolate chips cookies, lemon cake cookies and no bake cookies
put together 2 cookie trays
wrapped ribbon on 26 rice krispy treats for T1 to take to school tomorrow.
and managed to feed everyone in there at some point. It's a bit of a blurr.

And now...I blog. Ahhh...peace and quiet and I feel like a bit of the stress is leaving my body. That is, until I remember that ohmyfuckinggod my inlaws are going to be at my house 2 days after Christmas and ohmyfuckinggod what am I going to feed them? This will be a whole other post in itself. Short story, in the 10.5 years Jared and I have been together, his dad has only been to our house, maybe 5 times...for no longer then 20 minutes. His dads wife, only once. They're coming to spend the day with us...so yea, ohmyfuckinggod my house will be a disaster and look like Toys R Us exploded. Must distract with food and cute kids.