This week has been a blur. I mean, really a blur, because tomorrow is Friday and wasn't it just Friday? I swear it was just Friday, guys.
Last Friday was Luke's preschool program. He's been looking forward to this for ages. I have to give huge props to his preschool teachers, because I don't know how they go from the Thanksgiving program to getting ready for a Christmas program in about three weeks. I promise you, I could not get my 8th graders to sing eight songs in that short amount of time. I could not even get them to walk in a straight line, if we're being honest. But because his teachers take speed or are super human, they were able to put together a fabulous Christmas program. Luke was line leader, so the best part was seeing him walk in right behind his teacher. So proud of my big little guy! He kept this big dimpled smile on his face through the whole program. I wish I'd taken more photos, but I was too busy videotaping it!
Tommy had a blast, too, because he got to participate in the book exchange after the songs were finished. It was so sweet to see him sitting next to Luke. I love that his teachers included younger siblings!
The weekend flew by, as weekends always do, but with the promise of two weeks off it's a little easier to deal with the flying. Monday, my mom and I went to my favorite spa (if you live in the area, please check out Serendipity Province--you won't be disappointed), because I gave her a massage package for Christmas. And you can't give someone a spa package without also getting one for yourself. It's practically a law. We were pampered and went out to lunch afterward. It was a really nice day, until that evening when I went from just fine to stomach flu central. In the midst of my sick, Luke got sick too and Tommy decided that 1AM was a perfectly fine time to wake up for the day (when I say wake up, I mean, literally, he gets up at 1AM and doesn't go to sleep again until his afternoon nap--twelve hours later). Can you imagine how we were Tuesday? Imagine a bunch of pale zombies. Except for Tommy who somehow thrives on no sleep and was just fine. Fortunately, the worst of the sick passed us by in the middle of the night.
Unfortunately, Tommy now thinks 1AM is a swell time to wake up for the day. No amount of cajoling, begging, pleading, swearing, weeping will convince him otherwise. Still, we're doing our best to deal with the complete and utter lack of sleep. I still managed to get Christmas cards displayed, though not as nicely as I usually do. I love getting cards in the mail, especially ones with photos. What a great excuse to display photos of all the people you love.
Today has been an easy, tired day. I ran for seven miles this morning and I've been wearing pajamas ever since. The boys have actually been playing nicely together, for the most part. I'm drinking spiced cider and getting ready to dive back into a good book. It's a nice calm before the storm.
In case I don't get a chance to say it because I get lost in a whirlwind of glitter and tinsel, have a Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, or simply have a great weekend.
Cards by Tiny Prints. Fabulous photos by Keli (Keli was even nice enough to photograph the CARD for me when I realized that I forgot to take photos before sending them, duh) and Beth Fletcher Photography.