Linus Van Pelt

So, I've been having writer's blogger's block lately. I think it is because there is so much to talk about, I can't find a cohesive way to snap it all together. So, I've opted for Cliffnotes: We started renovations on our home this past weekend,  went to K's office Christmas party and also started Cham on a new meal plan. This week we have security companies coming out to give us an estimate to lock this whole place down, a Christmas party- yay for making another pound cake!- Garth Brooks in Nashville/visiting friends in Nashville, then a weekend in Knoxville to visit my bestie and her brand spankin' new little man. Who knows? I could have another niece or nephew by the end of this week! My sister is due any. day. now. According to her doctors. Next week is Christmas. Huh? No really. We haven't bought anything. nothing. So add that to this week. Shopping. {I just gave a loud sigh to myself at the thought of that- then heard Cham sigh back in her sleep. Oops. I totally forgot she was in here. Where you ask? In her nursery.} 

The stairs in this house are killing me. Not because I'm lazy, but because it's hard to get a bunch of stuff up & down. Ok, maybe I'm lazy. I want a pulley installed. Stat! We finally got our Christmas tree up today. Woo. I was really excited to go out and pick out a live tree for Cham's first Christmas, and for our first home. With the move and the renovations, that didn't happen. We have waited this late already and we are going to be gone half of this week, and most of next week, so we opted to save the money and put up my old rinky dink fake tree. I got the box out to set it up, and as I started placing the color coded limbs in the sockets I got all pity party and gave up.  I left it like this:

I told K, I mean, who cares. We don't have any presents under it [yet] and we are going to be home with it... for 4 more days. Wow. And, it's not even real. Bah Humbug. I don't think he liked the idea. An hour later, he tried his best to make it cozy: 

A for effort. 

Chamblee is having a hard time getting to sleep tonight... it's killin' me. I hate when she cries, and I hate when she's so tired she won't let herself sleep. There's just nothing I can do. Boo hiss. I keep hearing that suckin' sound and think YES! She's finally got her thumb... but then she loses it. How. Does K sleep through this? I can't sleep if she's awake. Period. She was such a good baby girl today, we went all over town running errands. Newsflash: don't go to the post office. Any of them. They're all packed. If you need stamps, go to Publix. Yes, that means our Christmas cards have gone out. Finally! 

I'm not even gonna proof read this thing. I gotta get this little girl to dream land. 

 "I never thought it was such a bad little tree. It's not bad at all, really. Maybe it just needs a little love."

-Linus

Until Next Time, 

The Guff