The Jig Is Up

Brenna is feeling the need to blow the lid off this whole Santa nonsense recently. The crazy girl is convinced that Scott and I are the real Santa Claus.

"There's no way Santa is real. Nobody could be that old."

This is said in front of Ava and Nate, of course, followed by an expose on why the tooth fairy is not real either. I need to have a talk with that girl before she ruins this for everyone. Ava loves fairies (surprise, surprise) and is anxiously looking forward to her loose tooth falling out so she can get a lucrative visit from one. During the course of this conversation Ava declared that the tooth fairy comes at midnight, because that's when everyone is asleep. I told Ava that I am frequently still awake at midnight, which resulted in Brenna giving me a knowing look. Just further proof, I guess.

By the way, just because Santa isn't real doesn't mean you can't submit your Christmas list to the old guy. Here's what they've told me they want for Christmas so far.

Brenna: Nintendo DS, Lego Indiana Jones 2 for the Wii

Ava: a Barbie, a dollhouse, and "Whatever else you want, Mom. I just like everything." Which is true.

Nate: a motor-mackle (aka motorcycle), "A small one, not a big one, Mom." Thank goodness. I could spring for the real motorcycle, but the leather chaps, jacket, and helmet were going to cost a fortune!

See that baby?

The one in the pictures in prior posts?

21 pounds 8 ounces.

30 inches long.

That's right, she's huge. She's heavier than 90% of baby girls her age. Taller than 100% of them (this is where I start laughing....those of you have ever stood next to me and looked down at the top of my head understand why). She is 4.5 pounds heavier and 3 inches longer than Brenna was at the same age, and Brenna is a tall girl.

Holy huge. No wonder all the cute 6-12 month sized fall/winter clothes I've bought her aren't fitting very well!

Does anyone else find it odd that a woman who is only 5'2" tall has four tall children? As I always say, enjoy it while it lasts, kiddos!

Death of a Computer

Arthur Miller, I am not, but here is the summary of the story. It was slow, it was painful, it was inevitable that my ghetto laptop die. No, it wasn't an old computer, but we'd had major problems with it for a while and it finally blitzed out last week (hence the lack of posting here). Fortunately I have an external hard drive and didn't lose anything. Nothing except the big bucks it costs for a new one.

But the new one is so new, so shiny, and so far so good. Except for today when we discovered our printer is not compatible with a Mac. Dang.