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Merry Christmas.

Why, oh why is it that I always seem to make WAAAYYY more oatmeal than I need? Don't tell me to use the instant packets - I can't stand the stuff. Does anyone else have this problem?

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Sleepy Talk

So Malcolm has been waking up in the night with "growing pains". He wakes me from a delicious sleep and I have to get out of my warm bed get him situated with blankets and a little rock-a-bye and then he is back in bed. Well last night it was totally worth the annoyance of being woken up because when I crawled back in bed Dave says to me in a sleepy whisper "The respiratory kid has a blocked nerve." I had a good laugh to myself. All Dave could respond with was "shhh". I love it when he talks in his sleep. It cracks me up!

Okay, so here's another one. We have been getting things furnished as of late. We picked out the wildest rug on the planet - full of life and rich colors: orange, greens, blues, yellow, and a deep purple. We also warmed up our windows with some orange wool blanket curtains. After we hung up the curtains, Dave zonked out on the couch - all the work and Thanksgiving festivities catching up to him. I let him sleep there for a bit while I straightened things up. When I kissed him on the cheek to gently wake him up he said "It's getting orange in here." For anyone who knows me and knows Dave, this is very funny.
I love hearing sleepy talk, so if any comes to mind, do share.