We've just returned from a great weekend in Nashville where we visited with Aunt Judy, Uncle Win, Cousin Annie, Aunt Maralie, Uncle Richard and an assortment of both families pets. We also visited with my Vandy college friends as we, once again, commiserated the demise of another hopeful Vanderbilt football season. Those Florida fans are brutal.
There's not much else going on around the Moss house that is noteworthy. Helen has her second ear infection in a little over a month. My guess is we are headed towards getting tubes in a few months but we'll wait and see a little bit longer. Speaking of that, Little Philip loves to say that when we tell him he has to stop doing something. "I want you to stay in bed and cuddle with me just a little bit longer." We wish he would sit on the potty just a little bit longer but describing this current battle drives me to tears so I just refuse to talk about it, OK?
I finished smocking Helen's Christmas dress and only have to hem it now. I've never hemmed anything so if I can learn to hem by Saturday's 9:50 am portrait appointment I'll be golden. Little Philip has two possible outfits. One is smocked and would match so well but Daddy is reluctant. I reminded him that he is only three and that this year, I promise, will be the last smock year for our boy. He reminded me that I said that last year. The back up is a nice holiday sweater/turtleneck/with cords outfit. It will be just what he wears for the rest of his life to every corporate Christmas party. This is why I'm voting for the smocked two piece outfit.
We are considering what to do about Christmas this year, given our new financial perspective. Hindsight is 20/20 but I'm not sure I would have resigned from work knowing that the economy would tank a few months later. Then again, I do believe God is in control and He will provide for us. And so, flipping around some catalogs that are on our coffee table just for show rather than purchases, we considered some possible Christmas gifts for our family. I found a hide and go seek monkey game for Little Philip where the monkey is hidden and you carry an electronic stick around the house that beeps and makes other noises as you get closer and closer to the monkey. Big Philip reminded me that we already have that game. It's called hide the cordless phone and hit page.
And the last big news is that Mommy is hitting Weight Watchers again. I'm tired of hearing that BEEEEEEP.....BEEEEP...BEEEEP noise when I walk backwards. This way, Philip won't have to get a forklift license to sweep me off my feet anytime in the near future. I have 19 pounds to lose to get back to the weight I was the last time I did Weight Watchers in 2003. I'm not being very strict since I am still nursing but just getting into the habit of food journaling again has been convicting. For instance, for lunch I had one hot dog with just ketchup, mustard and a wee bit of shredded cheese. Normally I would have had two dogs, with squeeze cheese, Sneaky Pete's sauce, chili, mayo, mustard, ketchup, kraut, and relish. Yep, I'm a real woman.
We'll focus on getting well this week, forcing down yet another strawberry flavored antibiotic. Many thanks to Publix for making that stuff free these days. Our next post, I hope, will be of two adoring children in Christmas frocks after a successful portrait appointment!