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This is the subject that is never far from my mind these days. I'm not really sure why. My heart breaks for those or lost their loved ones and horrible turn of events that went on.

Dh came in Wed morning positively jubilant--we were saying prayers of thanks and explaining to Jilli how wonderful this news was--what a miracle God had worked. Our paper reported "12 Alive!". I turned on TODAY only to be devastated. I know if I felt that way I can only imagine the ...

The child that won't sleep. Poor girl.

I don't know what's wrong with her. She spent the first part of our 2 week odyssey to the south sleeping with me. She wouldn't have it any other way. (We do NOT co-sleep--so this was just really, really odd for me) She finally settled in and started sleeping in the pack n play in the twins room. Some nights were rougher than others--but we made it thru. Fast forward to last night--bed at 7:30 up at 11:30 until almost 1:30. ...

and thinking that's ok.

I'm not sure what is going on around here. I'm really not one to blog about FT issues, either. You'll rarely see me in a big conflict. I just don't come here for that. There are things that truly upset me. Braceletgate was one. People have left thru the years over issues I didn't understand--Marlis, Larabina, ect--people I still wonder about to this day. Part of the reason I don't understand is I usually stand away from it. I guess I'm afraid ...

Jilli got her wish. We have about 4 lovely inches of snow. As soon as I finished typing my blog last night I noticed our deck had light dusting and it was coming down pretty fast.

So, no school . Also no library story time . No CCD . No worries. Now I've got to get my stuff together for this Open House I'm hosting tonight--if everyone doesn't wuss out due to weather! (And, really, I'm ok with that, too!)

Gotta clean, gotta bake, gotta sort clearance items ...

...to grow a year older!

I did have a very nice day. I spent the morning with my littles. My mil came over at 11:30 and took over. She brought me a nice candle and a pretty scarf. My neighbor Crissy and I went out to lunch and then off to do some Christmas shopping. We got home just in time to meet the school bus for Jilli and her boys.

My Mom called this evening. We talked for a bit. Very nice conversation, which isn't always the norm these days.
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There I said it.

37. I'll be 37 in about 15 minutes (actually not until about 7pm tomorrow evening--but in the real world--15 minutes).

I don't feel 37. Heck somedays I don't even feel 27. I still see myself somewhere in my late 20s/early 30s. I guess I'm officially in my 'late thirties'. I don't know when this happened.

So here I sit 37 years old with 4 children and one on the way . My oldest is 6.5. My Mom is 57. Lordy--is ...

I just have to add this. It will sound awful--but you gotta know my Dad.

Somewhere during this whole in depth discussion I had to reprimand J for something
"Jillian, don't do that".

Dad says "who? JoAnne? who's JoAnne"

Me "Jillian"

Dad "who?"

Me "Jillian--your granddaughter--you've met..."

Dad "oh, I don't call her that. I don't ...

LOL!

U/s today. Pretty darn sure that baby #5 is a girl. I do girl's pretty well. I'm a tiny bit sad for my son--I so wanted to give him a brother. But, that's not gonna happen. I think I could continue to have children until I'm 62--but the chances of producing another boy seem slim.

So, Bethany has found herself a roommate. My dh announced after the u/s that he likes the name Rachel. . Ok, I'll give that some thought. JoEllen has decided ...

I mentioned in my last post that Dad called me tonight. Basically Mom had called him and said J & I were pestering her about Uncle D. Which I guess is true.

J called yesterday and I called today to see if Uncle D had called back. I guess that is pestering? Darn it, JoEllen you are still getting me in trouble.

I talked to Dad for quite awhile. He's pretty upset. Mom's in a tizzy, he's got 2 more weeks in NM, and he's just off ...

I don't know how much of this I'll be able to blog coherently. I'm not sure it will make any sense to anyone but me (and Jo).

It's my Christmas to go home. Every other Christmas JoEllen and I and our families go to my parent's house. Strangely--their home prior to us having children was HUGE. Their new home--not so much (retirement mode).

A lot of people in my life have questioned this practice....don't I want my children to be home on Christmas? How can I ...