Happiness Is--That's It for This Year Edition

• A husband who says "thank you" for a dinner that was clearly awful
• Slobbery baby kisses
• Hearing "You're sure a good mom" from my little one
• Extra space on a winter road when the truck coming at me lost control
• Christmas
• My Savior
• My chickadee Christmas ornament
• Snowmen
• Garages on a frosty morning

Oh, Internet

Why hasn't my blogging been happening? Or my housework? Or cooking? I'm not even in the middle of a writing project right now. (Would you believe I just typed "write now" and had to erase it?)

The most productive thing I have done today is sharpen 30 pencils for Jackson. I tried to nap, but even that didn't turn out right.

It's not easy being this amazing.

The View from the Bathroom Floor

My family might be dying.

For the last two weeks, we've dealt with some mystery bug which has had Jackson and Matthias throwing up at random intervals ever since. Every time I think we're past it, someone loses it all over their bed or in my purse (and I'm so not kidding about the purse).

Wednesday night, this bug took me by storm, and I spent my time sleeping on the bathroom floor in between horrendous bouts of diarrhea and vomiting (if you've been coming here awhile, you know I have no problem with over sharing). Believe me, labor and childbirth was sounding way more appealing by the time the night was almost over.

But that's not the point. Do you want to know what bothered me the entire time I was on that stinking floor? I had just cleaned the toilets earlier that day, and I was sure I'd done a good job. Oh, was I wrong. I'd missed some kind of something, and there this stain was literally staring me in the face all. night. long.

It took everything I had to roll over and keep from looking at it. If my husband hadn't been up the entire night taking care of our infirmary--the boys went down again on Wednesday, too--I totally would have had him come clean the throne for me.

After all, there's nothing like puking in a fresh toilet.

Lost and Found

In my car...7 of the baby's socks

In the pantry, in the box of weight loss shakes...my toothbrush

In the bath tub...a partially eaten hot dog

In the bathroom drawer (where the toothbrush should have been)...two monster truck toys.

In my refrigerator...another sock

In the baby's diaper...uneaten Cheerios

In the garbage can...a t-shirt, a spoon, and a toy car

And my sanity? With these children around? Will probably never be found

Possible Christmas Tree Themes the Baby is Going For

1. The Bottom Half Really Doesn't Need Ornaments
2. Ornament Clump
3. Lady, I'm Going to Keep Eating These Candy Canes as Long as You Keep Sticking Them On