Kinda sorta

I forgot my MovableType password sometime last week, and I whined in frustration about it to Mike last night. I was annoyed at not being able to post--not that I have much to say anyway, but I figured my tens of readers were probably dying to know what I was up to. And as always, Mike fixed it, by telling me my password was the same one I've been using for just about everything for years. I begin to wonder where my brain went, and how I can take care of two kids when I'm so limited.

We're all sick now, yet again. Just runny noses this time--maybe it's the cold and snow, or our interpretation of a bug we picked up along the way. Either way, Grady can't sleep laying down, and Evan has become very demanding and won't eat. These are the special times that I will always remember, when G had to sleep in his car seat for a week and when I had to bribe Ev to eat a bowl of Froot Loops. There are about ten empty juice boxes lined up on the table like little toy soldiers. I could incorporate them into my Christmas decor, using crumpled up snotty Kleenex in place of snow. Sprinkle a little glitter on it, and it's festive!

I remember a few years ago (and we're talking probably ten or so years ago even though it doesn't seem that long), my mother-in-law decorated for Christmas and in doing so she purposely sprinkled glitter on the carpets in the downstairs. At least I think it was done on purpose, but my memory is fuzzy on that point (in fact, it's so fuzzy that maybe I'm making this up, not that Mike would be able to verify it). Anyway, within days glitter was everywhere. It was tracked through the house, it was all over everyone, and I always found some on me after I left their house. But it was so much fun, and I remember thinking how I'd love to do that someday. When else but Christmas can you get away with being covered in glitter? Of course, this year probably isn't the year to try it out, as we'd be finding it in Grady's diaper before too long. But it's a fun idea, isn't it?

I want to make this year really fun. I have a feeling it's going to be, what with it being Grady's first Christmas and the first year Evan really gets it. But I'd like to do that little something extra to make it memorable. I'm not sure what that is yet, but I'll think of something. Perhaps I'll start with gluing little hats on the empty juice boxes.