Aaahhh..

Our stuff is gone. All of it has been packed into a truck and is well on its way to the East Coast. Now, we're officially in limbo. Without an address or house, but not quite homeless. We're enjoying some family togetherness in our fifth wheel before we try to haul this thing across the country in a crazy blizzarding el nino year.

Our holidays were amazing, complete with Little Monster turning into Ralphie from A Christmas Story both when he sat on Santa's lap and forgot to tell him what he wanted for Christmas, and when he discovered the Light Saber Santa left for him. He, apparently was going to use it to save us all from the bad guys. Let's just hope I don't have any reason to give him soap poisoning and blind him anytime soon. For now, "naughty words" are any words that he doesn't want to hear from one of us. As for the words that come out of his mouth, they never stop. I swear the child even talks in his sleep.

Butterball is quickly becoming her namesake -- a little turkey. Fat thighs and goofy personality. Can it even be possible that she's pulling herself to standing and thinking about cruising on the furniture. So much for living in an RV arresting her development. She makes this incredibly cute face that's somewhere between a smile and a grimace when she's feeling silly.

I messed up again this year and failed to send out Christmas Cards. I still haven't even sent out a Christmas email to anyone. You'll all forgive me, right?

We spent most of the Christmas holidays enjoying each others company in our RV, but there was a break for a long, wonderful Christmas Eve service at church with many beautiful pieces of special music. It was probably a little late for two little ones, but we managed. We visited a friend, and Little Monster (I think for the first time in history) didn't have an accident at their house.

I hope everyone had a very Merry Christmas!