John is home for a few days, thank GOD, and he just put Becca down for her nap. And do we hear a peep? No we do not. Please someone tell me why it is so different when I do it. Sometimes being the mother just sucks. All I know is I will be taking a nap today. Period. I really love hearing all your stories and LOVE Feener's term Nap Rage. It is like Road Rage times 20 million. I totally get it. But, then she looks all cute and innocent and I'm filled with regret. Bring on the mommy guilt--more suckitude.John has to leave for a four day (UGH) trip on Christmas morning at 8 a.m. We discussed waking everyone up at 5 a.m. to hurredly open gifts and cram some breakfast down our whine-holes before he had to leave, John already in uniform and ready to go. But, that sounded annoying. And dumb. So, we've decided to move Christmas up a day this year. We'll be having our Christmas Day on the 24th. That means, our Christmas Eve is tomorrow night! Santa better get his shit together.
So, I did what any normal parent would do. I dressed the baby up in a variety of his Christmas outfits for a photo shoot.
Then, I tortured him in an exersaucer.The end.