Finally Decorating

Well, we are finally decorating.  It was a tug-of-war around here for a couple of days.  The kids really wanted to, and Scott and I really did not.  There's really no reason for our Grinchy attitude this year.   It's just that we finally had to decide to decorate, regardless of how we felt. 

We'll put up pictures as we take them.  And I'm certain that as time goes on, Scott and I will join the kids in the holiday merriment.  

Pleasantly Exhausted

Well, after being introduced to the Twilight series 10 days ago, I thought I would share some crazy stats. 

I read Twilight in one sitting, finishing at 3 am last Sunday morning.  I couldn't put the book down.  Then, Scotty read Twilight on Monday in one sitting from 9 am to 8 pm -- even forgetting to eat.  

We went to see the movie for the first time on Thursday evening -- paying FULL PRICE at the theater.  

I picked up two copies of the second book, New Moon, on Friday so Scott and I could read at the same time.  I finished that evening, Scotty finished Saturday evening, devouring 350 pages of the book while at work.  (He actually managed to speed read!)  

We saw the movie for a second time on Sunday night -- again full price.  But we did forgo popcorn both times, which is usually a must for me.  

Then we went to the movie AGAIN last night with Jenna and Aaron -- they bought the popcorn.

I came home and began reading Eclipse, book three in the series, around 10:45 pm and due to crazy kids night-time-activities (namely from Abigail, Keats & Aidan), I actually finished the book at about 5:30 am.  I was already up, so I grabbed the final book in the series, Breaking Dawn, and just polished it off 30 minutes ago.  16 hours of mostly reading -- I haven't done that since our honeymoon!

If you haven't read these books yet - you really should.

A Big Curl

There Was a Little Girl

There was a little Girl,

Who had a little curl,

Right in the middle of her forehead.

And when she was good,

She was very good indeed,

And when she was bad, she was horrid.

-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The history of the poem:

Longfellow's second son Ernest says of this poem:  "It was while walking up and down with his second daughter, Alice, then a baby in his arms, that my father composed and sang to her the well-known lines."