Last night at our bi-monthly FHC (family history club) gathering we met at Goldon Spoon for yogurt and convo. As always the conversation drifted from here to there, but at one point we talked about this "Christmas Planner" that my girlfriends' ward put together at some Relief Society activity. I good-naturedly mocked it a bit. Not because I don't think it's a great idea, but I HAVE NOT EVEN BEGAN TO THINK ABOUT CHRISTMAS PLANNING!!!! Yeah, and we're pert-near almost halfway through November. I am in total denial, seriously! I know Christmas is in the stores; I've seen Christmas lights on houses already; my kids are circling toys in the Toy ads. AGH! Has anyone remembered Thanksgiving? I like to tell myself that I think I am morally opposed to doing anything really Christmas-y until after that Thanksgiving Thursday, but really I am just not that organized. I DO need a Christmas planner. I DO need shopping ideas. I DO need to figure out what we're going to do for our kids that won't spoil them. I DO need to make Christmas cards, ornaments, and friend goodies. PLUS, I can't wait to decorate for Christmas (I LOVE it!) but I am stalling and procrastinating and in absolute AWE of those who are already bustin' out their planners and doing something. Oh, and now I am feeling all stressy about it.
I forgot to mention in my fatty random post last night about the trip to the dentist with my three oldest last week. My dear, sweet Caylee will be getting a crown and three cavities filled as her tooth has rotted away. Yeah, I told myself it must have broken off because, really, doesn't that sound better than "Rotted?" And apparantly Brevin grinds his teeth. To the nerve. In the front tooth. Ouch, right? I guess not, since neither of them complain. Needless to say, we've been better about flossing AFTER the fact. And I want to be grateful for dental insurance even if they only pay a fraction of the costs because holy moly! it's expensive.
Finally, before I head off to my ultrasound I'll share this funny moment with Kenzie. We were driving in the car yesterday and she pulls out this two-page handout that she got from Activity Days. I has this long 'ol list of things that are good etiquette. So, at the next stop light I look through the list (there's like 50 points of polite-ness) and hand it back to her. She says, "Mom, I'm kinda stressed out that I won't be able to remember everything for our fancy dinner in a couple weeks." And I said, "Well, really, practice is probably the best way to help you remember." So she asks, "Do you want to know what I think will be the hardest one?" So I say, "Sure." And she reads, "Do not be late for dinner as it makes the other guests wait unnecessarily and the food gets cold." I said, "Nice." She says, "What? We kind of have an 'on time' issue, Mom." Touche. Touche.