please remember me...happily...by the rosebush laughing

Tuesday night we put up Christmas lights and it was magical. Moses and I were the perfect non captivated audience to Davy hanging the icicle lights in the front yard. Grass is a foreign concept to Moses and watching him stand/move/touch/crawl in it is a hoot (yes, a hoot). Moses walked around smashing his banana between his fingers and into the grass and back in his mouth again. I let him enjoy being messy because we were outside and he never gets to be a wild boy. All the illuminated lights in piles on the driveway didn’t interest him; the only thing he wanted to do was practically run down the drive way to get to the road. Even when placed in the middle of the grass he would move as fast as he could to get to the smooth drive way. Shoe and sockless didn’t stop him from crushing pine straw and twigs to make it to the edge of the driveway. Why he wanted to feel the road is still a mystery. But playing with a freshly bathed, banana hands, happy baby while watching Davy put up Christmas light was the highlight of my night, my day, my week.

Tonight me and The Girlfriends are making Christmas cooking. My cubical is filling with the smell of Frebreeze NOTICEables Christmas scent and multi colored lights that stretch across my cubical opening. A mini tree with mini Target balls and beads and a pink tree-topper star sit on my desk. The office is filled with unwrapped, blatantly obvious presents for Moses. Tiss the Season : )