Here's the problem.
It's usually Christmas eve night, around 11:30pm, and I am wrapping presents like an insane person, It's a Wonderful Life is playing on my computer, and I think to myself, "How is Christmas starting in THIRTY minutes? What happened to time for quiet reflection?!? This was not part of the plan." The fact that I am recognizing this eight days early might be progress. We'll see how it goes.

And really, I think it can best be summed up by Lute himself. Here is a conversation he and Nick had over pancakes yesterday.
"Hey, Lute, you better hurry up with that hot chocolate. It looks like Eddie is gonna beat you." (This is a tactic we use when meal times are painfully slow.)
"Oh, Dada, let's just take our time and enjoy it."
Oh, Lute, if only you knew how wise you were.
Oh my goodness. Your son is adorable. What a sweetie! I love your take on Christmas and the way you are ingraining it into Lute : ) Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteLove you all...
ReplyDeleteMy grandson is brilliant.