We are going to the Christmas Eve service at our church in 50 minutes and that is why Little Man is still asleep, needing to be fed, dressed up and appropriately hatted (you know, putting a hat on his sweet head) before hand.  

So I will attempt to blog because that is the thing that always magically wakes him up.

We’ve spent the past few days in Grapeland where Charlie contradicted everything we ever say about him and instead of showing off his funny disposition showed off his ability to fuss and cling.  In all fairness he had an ear infection so at least we could give people an excuse.  

Still we had some sweet time with “nu-nuh nonna” (Other Mama).

She gave him this hilarious playhouse that I’m sure is meant for much older children but he loved opening and closing the doors and windows.  

The only reason he is willingly out of my arms is because he had that ding dang pacifier and because he is in love with my little cousin Callie who is behind him in the house.

He tolerated my grandmother singing him to sleep.  And by “to sleep” I mean “to cry” until I put him in bed.  He does not appreciate being rocked.  

Speaking of rocking, my grandmother has decided to start driving again.  It has been almost a year.  The doctor told her no.  Until she called his wife over and over and he finally said yes, one would assume just to get her to leave them alone.  I’m going to have to remember that method when I’m 88.  

Here we are before we got in a fight about driving:

Just kidding.  We didn’t fight.  I just decided any cars slamming into the bank building will be the doctor’s fault.  What I’m not telling you are some hilarious, but equally horrifying stories about a shoeless woman my grandmother swears she knew named Aunt Jemimah. That right there is reason enough to keep her off the road.

When he started feeling better he spent some time in my pouting chair.  Yes, that’s what it’s called.  No, he doesn’t get put in time out yet.  But in a year or so when he acts up this will be his fate.

We drove home late last night and Charlie is definitely feeling better because he played willingly out of my arms while I mixed up some snacks for Christmas Day.  This is how I found him after I turned around for 1/42 of a second:

Don’t tell his dad because he just got this drawer back on it’s tracks last week.

I started this post in the middle of nap and he has since woken, been Christmas Eve Serviced and put back in bed.

I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas Eve.  May visions of sugar plums dance in your heads. I hope tomorrow brings the wonder of The Greatest Gift ever given and the unfathomable knowledge that regardless of your circumstances, you are loved by the One who is True Love.