The Garlic Is Hung

Natalie has very sweetly confused "garlic" with "garland." She kept asking to hang the garlic on the tree, and now it's amazing how many times she has needed to mention the "garlic" on the tree. I know I'm bad, but I just cannot bring myself to correct her because it's so darn cute. I figure next year she'll probably know better on her own.

Owen has developed a love for singing lately, and has been belting out "Tinkerbells! Tinkerbells! Tinker all the way!" Not sure if he is thinking that Jingle Bells was written about the fairy, but it's likely, since we all know the fairies and princesses around here. And then when he gets talking about Baby Jesus (and yes, he DOES get to talking about Baby Jesus, at random times like when he and Jim were at the grocery together and Owen was shouting out loud to strangers about Baby Jesus) I have realized that it sounds suspiciously like Baby Cheeze-Its...I wonder...what he's really saying. I am surprised that he didn't tell the door-to-door magazine sales girls about Baby Cheeze-Its the other day. Instead, when I opened the door, not realizing who was there, he ran right out and grabbed both of their hands (2 girls, so he grabbed a hand from each one at the same time) and said "It's nice to meet you!!" It wasn't what I had planned on doing, to be honest...but perhaps it was more fitting with the Christmas spirit. One of the girls said, "Dang! I'm 2 months pregnant, and I think I'll just be dropping that baby off in a basket on YOUR porch - you're kids are so sweet." Uh, thanks...but uh, no thanks. I'm just sticking with Baby Cheeze-Its this year.