Randoms

I was feeling flu-achy yesterday morning and even stayed home from church.

It was the day we'd planned to get our Christmas tree and decorate everything for Christmas.

Though I've never not participated in the actual picking out of the tree, dreading going out in the frosty air was enough to change my mind. "You guys go ahead."

Jeff sent me pix messages with pictures of various tree choices, and so even though I wasn't there, I still got my say, lol.

Ahhh, the wonders of technology.

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The other day after my trip to Costco, ahem, someone smuggled a Nonni's chocolate decadence biscotti into the guest/craft room and ate it by the computer.

Judah wandered in and was talking to me by the computer. He saw the wrapper and looked at me accusingly, "Wha???"

Then he frowned and said, "Wet me smeow yo bweff!"

So busted.

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Ever wondered how to keep a rambunctious tot from getting into trouble when mom is sick and wants nothing more than to curl up under a down comforter with a good book and not have to worry about anything but getting better, but can't because her hubby and older son have to be at church?

First, you gather up a bunch of toys and books that the kid enjoys. You put them on your bed or sofa, and then call the child in.

As he nears said sofa or bed, you yell out with absolute fear in your voice, "Watch out for the SHARKS* !" and you will see that kid scramble as though his life depended on it to take refuge on the 'boat' where you can 'pwoteck' him.

If they dare throw a leg overboard, you simply yell, "The sharks are gonna get you!"

They will sit and close and enjoy the books and toys for much, much longer than usual.

Not that we've employed this technique around here or anything, but we've heard it works like a charm, lol.

*Wolves, bears, lions, dinosaurs, snakes and hot lava also work well, but there is something about Sharks that really stirs the imagination. Or so I've heard.