Happy Holidays

I Am Myself (aka: the Name that Tune post)

For Christmas, we are dog sitting. I actually really enjoy Abby and Bo. Seriously. They are very sweet. AND! My floors never look better. In case you don't remember, Gentle Reader, they are Schnauzers and are really well behaved, even though they tend to freak Miss O out anyway (unless she is feeding Abby, in which she seems to remember good times of old).

Anyway, they know I am "The Mom" here at the Zoo, which means they know I am the (vroom, vroom) "Leader of the Pack," and they treat me as such. They wait for me to go places, they find me and sit at my feet or in the same room, they follow me around and do what I say. Once in their kennels/beds, they sleep through the night and don't get up until either I or Super J do. Like I said, it's really nice. Plus, as mentioned before, they at least listen to me and try to be obedient. Oh, and let me also say that they never complain about the food they eat (for "breakfast" and "dinner") AND they take themselves out to the bathroom and I don't have to wipe any extra bottoms. WHEW! On the other hand, they are like having two more kids added to the group. Adoring, albeit hairy, kids.

I am not actually complaining, though it may sound like it. I am a dog person and, as I mentioned, we love Abby and Bo and it's nice to get immediate respect and satisfaction.

But on days where I feel a lack of maternal fortitude and interaction, it's just funny to me that there are now two more creatures in our home "who, just like me, they long to be, close to you. laaaaaaaaa, lalala, close to you."

I'm just saying.

You'll be WHERE for Christmas???

So, are you going "somewhere" for Christmas? Or are you receiving someone who is "coming"? Many of my friends are traveling this holiday season...if they aren't already gone. I know several who are flying Christmas Eve and some traveling the day after Christmas...so brave! It'll be a madhouse at the airport. Still. It's all part of the adventure of "going" for the holidays, isn't it?

We were supposed to travel (by car) to see my family this past weekend, but Miss Q's attitude to her car seat had us rethink that, so we decided to postpone that trip for a few months. Poor Miss Q...she gets grumpy and SCREAMS AND SCREAMS AND SCREAMS if she's in her seat past 20 minutes. It fries my nerves, but quick, let me tell you. I can't even imagine that for 5 hours...one way. Ugh.

Hmmmmmm, here's an interesting blogger spell check tidbit for you. It didn't like the spelling of "carseat" and gave me the option of separating it OR of "corset." Yes. So true! For Miss Q, being in her car seat is like being in a terribly binding corset. But that wouldn't make much sense if I'd said my 4 month old was sick of being in her corset.

Yeah, so anyway.

If you are traveling this week, Gentle Reader, be safe out there. Try to be patient and, especially if you are flying with small children, hang in there. Or, if you are flying without small children, but there will be small children on the plane, hang in there. Or, if you are driving somewhere, hang in there (and please drive safely. Watch out for slick spots, too, if you can!).

And know that there are some of us back here who are looking forward to your return. :)