excited for christmas

Mom and dad are exhausted with my energy. I am so excited for christmas, that i can't sit still for one minute. Mom has said frequently that she has never seen me so worked up. Today was the christmas party at my preschool, and santa came - mom was happy for me, but it didn't help me to calm down.

It has been almost two weeks since the last entry - the wood floors are going well, actually almost done, about 5 more feet to go in the dining room and 4 more feet in the kitchen. The entry from the garage and the bathroom took a little extra time last week, but now it is just laying the planks down again. Just waiting for dad to get off work for the week! Hopefully one more day will complete the downstairs, and another day for the landing upstairs. Then another day or two of painting the doors and trim, and replacing the trim to the walls, and touching up the paint on the walls, and this project will be over!!! Dad has already said NO MORE BIG PROJECTS!!! He is reclaiming all his lost hours of biking this coming new year; all biking, no projects. (mom reminds him that he'll need to finish the d*** deck in the spring).

I said my first real swear word the other day in the car. I was really really tired, and really upset, and we got to a light and i was mad that we had to stop and said "these F***ing lights! these lights are F***ing!" Mom was really quiet for awhile, and then asked where i heard that word, and i wouldn't tell her. She didn't say anything else about it. Later she asked dada - turns out he said those words working on something, while he thought i couldn't hear. That'll teach them for swearing. I haven't used it since - they just didn't make a big deal about it at all.

Izaac has his lower part of the bunk bed all set up - it has just had the mattress set on the floor within the bed frame for a few weeks. Just needed to put the slats in the bed to raise the mattess off the floor. The other night mom woke up for no reason at 2am, and came out on the landing between their room and ours. She thought she heard an animal wimpering, and then realized it was from our room - she came in and found zac under the bed frame, smooshed between his mattress and the beanbag, and could only see his little legs kicking around - all his upper body was smothered. He had worked himself into that predicament, and was still asleep, amazingly, but getting restless. Mama quickly extracted him, at which time he woke up and started crying after he was out. He wasn't scared though, just woken up, and he went right back to sleep. Mom told dad that the next day he was to put the slats in zac's bed, and he did.

anyway, next time, more pictures, less talking....