We came home from church one Sunday a few months ago.  Our normal routine is to immediately change clothes and then start on lunch... or then eat lunch if we cooked a roast in the crock pot.
Sid and I were a little late making it to our bedroom to change clothes, but when we got in there, we found a naked Phoebe in the bathroom.  Well, she had underwear on, but no other clothes.
Sid was questioning her, "Why are you naked in here?"
She says, "Well, I really had to go potty, but I accidentally took off my clothes, first."

So, we "accidentally" were doing things the rest of the day.

For further set-up, you should know that I keep the girls dresses in my closet for reasons beyond comprehension, especially to myself... having grown up with three brothers and no sisters... and not a "girly" bone in my body for many years.
So, if they kept their dress clean, they return it to me to hang up in my closet.
Phoebe returns hers that evening and says, "Here's my dress that I 'accidentally' took off."
She picked up quickly that we were making fun of what she said, and I was actually surprised she was being a good sport about it.  Good one, Phee.

Last night, on the way to church, Sid and I were in different vehicles.  This is not the norm.  My vehicle had girls in it and Sid's had boys.  Well, I cannot speak for the gender of the unborn... but those of us not-in-utero were female.
Abby pipes up over my Carpenter's Christmas Portrait CD playing beautifully with Karen Carpenter singing "There's no plates like chrome for the hollandaise..."  I, annoyed, had to turn it down and listen to the banter of little girls.
"Mom, can you please tell Phoebe that ALL WOOD grows on trees?"
uhm... well...??
"Phoebe, where do you think wood comes from?"
Peeps, you cannot make this stuff up.  It is just too... random?.  I don't know.
She says, "Well, SOME OF IT comes from Home Depot!"

I really had no words.   I could have gone into the wherefores and whys of lumber yards, but I decided to first tell Sid what she said.  You know, so we could laugh at the cuteness that is our offspring... and then see how he wanted to proceed.
Which, he truly was delighted when I told him while ago what she said.  The way her mind works is amazing.  Of course!  Home Depot has wood!  Where else besides trees would it come from? (was that a pun?)
He did talk to her about how we visited a lumber yard a few weeks ago... and she pretty much had it figured out.
I personally think that in this instance, she was trying to irritate Abby.  She knows how to irritate Abby.  Take something that Abby knows more about, find a reason to negate it, however true it may be, and stick to your story.  It works.

I have not started another stocking.  I have no motivation.  I need to get them done for Christmas.  NOW.

We are having revival this week.  One thing I love about revival for us is that the meals are cooked for the evangelist before the services and that includes our family.  It is a real time saver for us because Sid barely gets home in time for us to have meals, much less be dressed and ready for church.  I realize that a lot of other families would love this privilege as well.  So, I do not take this privilege for granted.  I am cooking for the evangelist Wednesday.  We are having lasagna and I am making homemade rolls.

Tucker's birthday is today.  I cannot believe this little guy is three years old.  Three is such a big-deal age for me.  They aren't  babies anymore.  They're not even really toddlers.  This is the year where they make that transition from baby/toddler to kid.
And, on this day, his third birthday... he decided to cut his hair for the first time.  It isn't noticeable, but I notice it... and so it is noticeable.  To me.  I said that.

Watching the latest episode of Little Couple and intent to finish the last of The Tale of Despereaux from yesterday's Movie Night Rescheduled.

We were out of town this weekend at my parent's house (for the last time) to help them load up, yet, another moving truck.  And, next time we see them will hopefully be in their new home.  While we were finishing up Saturday, we got a phone call saying that our street had been evacuated because a plant in the Industrial Park nearby had exploded.  So, we were not going to be able to go home.
Funny thing is, my Dad & Sid had just finished loading all the mattresses.  Dad suggested unloading, but we really had to head back in the direction of home and planned to stay at the church's prophet room.  This also meant we were going to be doing some shopping, because all our church clothes were at home... on our evacuated street.
We ended up finding out that we would be allowed back in when we got home and all was well.

It is really interesting, this story, because as we were pulling out Thursday I had a really strange bad feeling that our house was at risk of danger while we would be away.  I got scared but I prayed that we would have a safe trip and that the house would be protected and kept safe while we were away.  I am so thankful that the Lord not only hears our prayers, but He prompts us to pray them, sometimes, as well as answers.  He is so good!

We went ahead and did Tucker's birthday cake and candles with the singing and eating last night.  Sid is going to pick up his gift on the way home today... but his birthday celebration is going to be kind of short and to the point.  We have revival tonight.  I have pictures of the celebrating, but I have not yet uploaded them.

I watched You've Got Mail yesterday.  If you've seen this movie... and if you haven't, I'm going to ask what kind of a hole in which you've been living... then you know there's a part of the movie where Meg Ryan goes to meet Tom Hanks.  Sorry, shopgirl goes to meet NY152.  Whatev.

After Kathleen Kelly runs into Joe Fox, instead, she writes NY152 an e-mail and basically says "you let me down" and tells him how awful the evening was.  So, Joe Fox composes a response full of lies... and in the middle of it decides to undo it all.

This is what bugs me.  He backspaces everything.  All of it.  He doesn't click and select to delete or backspace.  He doesn't hit Shift + whatever buttons to make it go away.  Not even Ctrl+A to select it all.

(yes, I know too much about this, probably)

He backspaces all of it.

This has bugged me for years.  I'd sit there and go WHY DOESN'T HE DO _____ INSTEAD? in my head.  Really.

It hit me yesterday.  The reason is...... It is funnier that way.  Really, it is.

It adds a bit of comedy as the moment is a little tense.  It's a little shaky.  The relationship between shopgirl and NY152 hangs in the balance.

I can't believe it took me 11 years to understand this.

I do, now.

Additionally, who else thinks that it isn't Christmas until you hear "the violins see-he-hing with joy-ho-ho-ho-hoy-ful-hul ree-he-hing?