Saturday

Jonathan and Anna are inventing their own Christmas songs. Anna is playing the piano and they are making up their own words. O Train, O Train, Don't run over me! O Train, O Train, Don't run over me! is one of their favorite songs they have wrote. It is cracking me up because Anna keeps stopping her piano playing so they can brainstorm about their next song. They sound so funny! No, Bubba, how about this? No, no, Anna, I've got a good idea!
Now they have switched to, O Christmas lights, O Christmas lights, please don't you buuuu-rrrn me!
I came in the living room a little while ago and Jonathan was lounging in the chair, sipping a Capri Sun, and watching football. This is wierd. Probably the first time a football game has ever been on at our house. He watched it for about an hour, and so did Anna. Dave said, maybe it skips a generation. Jonathan's Papa Larry likes football and sports, as do his uncles. Dave just has no interest in it (praise you, Lord!).
We spent an hour this morning taking photos for our annual Christmas photocard. Unfortunately, I am having a bad face day. And a bad hair day. And in some of the pictures, Anna does not even look cute. That is really unusual. We always take our family picture on Thanksgiving weekend. As usual, we took at least 100, I would guess. And I am not sure if any of them are acceptable. I am trying to decide between two in particular: one where I look OK but the kids look crazy, or one where the kids look darling but I look sort of special. Special, not in a good way. You'll have to see what you think when you get our card in the mail! The kids are now karate chopping and punching each other. Boy, the mood changes quickly between those two. One minute, composing songs, laughing together, next minute, they are duking it out. Guess I'd better log off.