comfort and joy!

 Does anyone else walk around the house singing?  I do not like background noise.  I don't usually listen to music, and the television is definitely not on unless we are watching something, and that's been a while since we have, days.  Well, football was on here on Sunday, but with the volume turned down, unless there was some fantastic play and the guys would turn it up for a minute.  

But, there is singing.  Paul makes a lot of noise, ha, he works from home and is always on calls.  Then he listens to podcasts, and sometimes sportscasters going on and on about boring plays, ugh.  

Anyway.  Sunday evening, everyone who came over to have pulled pork nachos and hang out here went home, except for two little boys, Mr. Wulf and Mr. Tennyson, who are six and four.  They were spending the night!  They stayed in Charlotte's room, because she has a room big enough for large tent, and there is one set up in there!  She is also in Germany, so her room is available.  

The boys are perpetual motion, unless they get to use Grandpa's iPad for games.  Wulf knows where all the tape is, and he will use it.  If you tape a plastic toy to a wrapping paper tube, you get something or other.  He was rummaging through the kitchen drawer, and found a corkscrew/bottle opener...he walked away with it, and I had to tell him it wasn't a toy....I don't know what his plans were.  We went to Target yesterday, and I bought them a big red plastic sled.  Wulf really wanted to bring it in and try it on the stairs.  I'm so mean sometimes.  :)

We got McDonalds and brought it to Sonja's apartment for a picnic.  They were allowed to run up and down the stairs and all around the circle of the apartment, and they loved it.  Remember being a kid and going to someone else's house, how fun it was?  

Making them cocoa, and reading stories, singing them songs to tuck them in to bed, keeping track of little socks, and zipping them up in their coats (which they insist they don't need, I had to tell them that if they look cold, someone could call the cops, because adults have to take good care of children...). It is all so fun, but you know what?  It's tiring.  It would be pretty challenging for 59 year old me to do this on the regular, how did I used to do this for days and weeks on end?  Oh, don't get me wrong, it's wonderful, but it is tiring.  

Paul really wanted them to spend another night, and I did too, but today I have cookies to bake for tomorrow's Christmas party with my water aerobics class.  I made more sugar cookie dough, and a batch of gingerbread.  Rolling them all out and baking will take a bit.  Then frosting too...

He said they'll help.  I know, they would.

They went home last night, and it's quiet in here and yeah, I miss them.  

I am so far behind this year in all the Christmas stuff.  I can't believe it.  I have wrapped only a few things...okay, 40-something things for the grandkids.  But more stuff is coming in deliveries, and there is a pile here not wrapped, I usually keep up with it.  I don't know, I'm just lagging this year.  It's just around the corner, but I haven't caught up yet.  

Ah well, it'll come and it'll go, and I'll hopefully have everything done that needs to be done.  This fine morning truly is a fine one.  I had the best cup of coffee, and the tree lights are on, and my little fake fireplace is humming.  I have to get my hair put up, and mosey on out to the kitchen and start baking cookies.  I have to have lots of cut out cookies for the kids at church to frost at the Christmas party there on Sunday, so I might set some aside and freeze them, so I don't have to have another baking day this week, although it is pleasant.  

I wish I could give all of you some cookies, a huge stack.  I don't usually eat the cookies I bake but I've been struggling lately with that little I'll just break off one little piece...which we all know leads to just wanting another little bite.  It's a struggle, but one I am not going to give up on.  Life is short, eat the cookies, but also life could be a little longer if we avoid the dreaded diabetes, right?  

Oh, one funny Comfy Chair story...Tennyson set up the orange Hotwheel track down my chair and across the room...put the car at the top of the track, then pulled out the footrest at the same time, that car FLEW across the room on the track...it was genius.  Have a good day.