Tonight, while getting Nolan ready for bed, I yawned pretty loudly. Nolan looked up at me and said, "Good grief, Mommy. You should go to bed!"
I have started Christmas shopping. I have discovered Sam is terribly difficult to shop for. He doesn't want much of anything. I had him go through two toy catalogs, and he found only one toy he wanted. One thing he does want is his own Christmas tree. Of course, he will be getting one. He loves the lights and I am sure would be in heaven with a small tree of his own. I'll just have to get used to having a small Christmas tree being lugged around my house year-round.
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