Dumb Movie

We just finished watching Toys Story 3. We got it for Christmas from my grandpa.

Guess what? I didn't really enjoy it. Yes, I did. No, I didn't. Yes! Nope!

Oh, don't worry. It was fun, silly, very creative, and cute...until the end when I was crying so hard I had to leave the room.


I think I may have worried my eldest son who spied me falling apart about 30 seconds before I snuck out.

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This movie is all about Andy leaving for college. The toys have to decide what they are going to do because they think he wants to throw them in the garbage. Needless to say, Andy ends up giving his toys away and this was extremely disturbing to me.

It wasn't the fact that he gave them away, it was that as I was sitting there watching my children enjoy this movie, I was hit square in the face that they were growing up and it kills me. I may joke about looking forward to the empty nest, but apparently, it's all a big lie. My children are what I live for, they are my joy. This period of time in my life is the most magical, amazing, and yes, it's even a sacred time in my life. What a blessing it is to have this sweet opportunity to have these near perfect little ones as my own. Sadly, I see their childhoods slowly melting away. And by slowly, I really mean at the speed of light. Pooers!








It's hard to put words to my heart's most tender feelings, but that's not important. It's getting my 13 year old to still wear a onesie and suck on a binkie so that I can keep these cute memories alive that matters the most. Creepy? Yeah, maybe a little. Disturbing? Most definitely.

Maybe my thoughts on getting a dog aren't too far off. You know, the kind that will always resemble a puppy (AKA:baby)? Ugh, but really? A dog?

Nah.

Tommy, Scotty, and Julie Sing!

So much has happened within the past little bit and I have been such a slacker with posting it all. Thank you to Suzie, my wonderful friend, who encourages me to continue with my blogging. She is my motivation!

A week or two ago, Tommy sang a solo in his school's Christmas choir. He was so excited and I'd have to say, he did beautifully.



A few days later, I had my 30-cough-cough-fifth birthday. It was wonderful. I got a few canning jars, some food to fill them with, a can opener, candy, jelly roll pans, and one of my dearest friends, Julie, came with her family (plus a few others) to sing to me. I have been waiting for that for months!

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Then came Scotty's singing in his school's Jingle Jam. He's the one that looks like a sleepy, floating head.



Oh! Speaking of me getting old...Zacky shaved for the first time. Normally, I would say that he's too young and there is no possible way a 13 year old would need to shave, but pictures don't lie (this was towards the end): EW.



What else...hmmmmm....can't think of much except that we are having a wonderful Christmas break and that I have been cooking up a storm. Not nearly as much as last year, though. And last, but not least, I am so thankful that as of the 21st, there has not been any more of this crap in a full year!!! Blessings abound!