I decided I may as well just admit that I am likely not going to be posting/reading much over the next week.

Yesterday morning, Darryl and Amanda set up home base here, while her labour has been progressing, then not, then progressing some more, then not. For a woman used to fast labours, this has been a bit drawn out. Although she is 2 1/2 weeks early, so the doc is not exactly willing to help it along just yet. BUT! He doesn't want them to go home, either (home being an hour away). Anyhoo, between extra kids here, and half my fam showing up on the weekend, I don't think my head will be able to wrap itself around blogging much. (Unless something just jumps up and screams at me.)

The Magnusson kids get up significantly earlier than ours. And cheerier. David (age 5 and a bit) was up at the crack of 7 this morning, raring to go, I'm sure. Jude dragged himself blinking into the kitchen lights at 8:30, sleep crusting his eyes and his brain still swimming in a fog of people in the dark, when he was blindsided by David.

"We're going to dress up as pirates, 'kay? And then we are going to go and shoot the bad guys [ irony], 'kay?"

"Oh," Jude replied, blinking and shielding his eyes with his hand.

"And then, we're going to jump on them, and you can ride my bike, 'kay? [ No bikes right now--there's three feet of snow on the ground!]"

"Oh."

"And then...and then... and then..." David kept going on and on.

"Oh," was always Jude's reply.

Guess he got his waking-up genes from me.

Happy Holidays!