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It's Aaron's birthday. The baby is NINE. (It's seriously time to lose the weight, right?)

For long time readers of my journal, or you folks that actually know my kiddos personally, you know that there have been more than a few emergency room visits over the years. So this morning, after the blueberry scones, the birthday presents and the sunrise ride of the new scooter (that actually causes SPARKS - Wow, was THAT ever a dubious idea) I asked him what he thought age nine was going to hold for him. The above title holds his answer, and my response was to put my head on the table and weep a little. My admonitions to "Be careful!" just fall on deaf ears. Boys, man. What are ya gonna do?

( Age 7... Age 9 )

There was talk about finally exacting retribution on the tree... my advice was not to provoke it like he did the last time. It obviously didn't work out too well for him.

( Testing the toys... )

Today my main job is to make birthday cake! (Chocolate cake with chocolate icing - excellent choice!) And get ready for a sleepover tonight. And if you're so inclined, would you send up a prayer or two for my little sister and her family? She's expecting her third little bundle of joy, today!

Have a great day, all!

My friends, I have had a GREAT couple of days.

My dad (who is one of the greatest friends I have) is in town and we've run around and cooked and hung out with the boys. We've gone shopping (Slowly, sedately - Daddy doesn't so ANYTHING quickly) we've had coffee and talked about everything and nothing, we've had sword fights with the boys (there's an epic battle going on as I type this: Nolan and the boys have turned all the lights off in the house and they're having a Nerf sword and lightsaber war. In the dark) and baked, decorated gingerbread houses and wrapped presents. Nolan's even climbed down from Mt. Crumpit where he usually camps out every Christmas and taken over getting gifts for the kids and his relatives - it's like Bizzaro World over here. I'm not loathing Christmas and everyone associated with it, and not stressed out at all. I'm even ENJOYING MYSELF.

Go figure.

In even better news, my sister and her husband got their first foster child placed with them today. God bless them; it isn't a sure thing that they'll get to keep the three week old that they're foster parenting, but their state is one who fosters to adopt, I think. (It'd break my heart, but Em says God's been preparing them for such an occasion.) They need prayer, though, from those of you so inclined. The baby has to stay in the hospital for five more weeks until he goes through drug withdrawals, and then they'll be able to take him home. I call him "him' and 'the baby' because as of this morning when they got the call that they had a foster child he didn't have a name. :( I'm sure he'll have one soon, though.

Wow. I'm so glad there are people like Em and her husband that have a heart for babies in tough situations. It warms my heart.

Christmas love to the f-list!

P.S. I didn't send Christmas cards this year. But that doesn't mean I don't love all of you. Because I do. And I certainly appreciate those of you that sent one to me. *big smooches*

I feel as if I'm at a crossroads.

Like something BIG is about to happen.

And I think I'm going to do NaNoWriMo.

And call my agent tomorrow...  to see if she's still alive and let her know that I am.

Coke Zero has ruined me for Diet Coke.

An era is over.

But I'm making THESE for dinner.  With hand cut french fries.  Yeah, Baby,  Yumminess awaits.

Oh!  And my turncoat sister apparently eats gourds, now. Mom ratted her out.  I never pegged you for a traitor, Em.  *shakes head*