So Zachariah informed me that if you're not good, Santa will bring you stupid underwear.   Now, you could get cool underwear like Spiderman underwear if you're good, but if you get on the naughty list, he'll bring you stupid underwear.  I tried to explain about the coal, but he wasn't buying that.  I finally figured out this comes from The Polar Express where the boy opens his present and says, "All I got is stupid underwear."  Hilarious.

Another Christmas kiddism: We're driving around listening to the radio, and the song, "I want a hippopotamus for Christmas" comes on.  (Remember that, Diana?  Or do you have no memory after the large pole?)  Monica listens for a few minutes, then asks, "Mom, what's a pickle-bottom-us?"  I burst out laughing, so of course, now the only way to sing the song is with a picklebottommus. 

In other news, we're planning on leaving sunny California on Christmas afternoon and arriving in freezing Utah on the 26th.  And yes, we'll be eating Christmas dinner in Denny's because I looked, and, other than casinos in Vegas (which we avoid like the plague, because, really, they're like the plague), nothing is open between here and Ogden except Denny's and IHOP and we've never been that impressed with IHOP.  So while we're enjoying wearing shorts and complaining of being chilly, we will attempt to channel our Rocky Mountain inner-heaters, long suppressed in 110 degree heat, and come visit you all.  And not freeze. 

So...Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!

Sickness

So I guess I'm becoming a bit of a blogger now--don't expect it to continue though.  Maybe when we get  a new keyboard for our laptop.  It has the faster internet, and is more convienent (you can pick it up and walk into a different room to escape children), but typing by using the mouse and on-screen keyboard is no picnic.  (If that were a picnic, you'd leave pretty hungry.) 

So anyhoo, Cassandra got the stomach flu Tuesday and then Eric caught it and last night I got it.  And guess what went out on Monday in the middle of wash day?  (If you guessed the fridge, you'd be wrong and not that bright since that has nothing to do with wash day.  Duh.)  Yes, the washer went out.  And since in this crazy world, it costs more to repair something than buy a new (or, in our case, fairly new) one, Eric is buying one now.  Craigslist is great. :)  So now I can wash that mound of stinky poopy vomity laundry on our p atio (it was smelling up the laundry room and I didn't think the washer repairman needed to smell that) that is now all soggy because it rained last night for only the 2nd time this whole year.  (Nice timing.)  More info than you wanted to know, but isn't that what blogging is all about? :) 

Speaking of the rain, my neighbor commented that it feels like Christmas now because of the cooler weather (in the 40s).  I kept my mouth shut, but I was thinking, "No, it feels like October."  But I do love October weather and I'll take it for Christmas since it's better than 80 degrees. 

Cuteness

So, I'm always reading other people's blogs about cute things their kids do, so I'm posting some of my own.  Zachariah today found some moss and dug it up and was walking home with it and asked, "Mom, can I keep this moss as a pet?"  I said, "What would you do with it?"  He responded, "I'd walk it and feed it, just like a dog."  So there ya have it, folks.  A sad day for dogs, good day for moss.