it's beginning

Days like this make me wish I could wear a burka.

What?

It's just so crappy outside and I feel so chubby and my cheeks are looking more rosacea than rosy.

But, I'm really excited to go home and spend a little bit of one-on-one time with Jake. We may even order a pizza and eat it on a blanket spread out on the floor in front of the television. I'll see what he wants to do.

I know, right? He's two. What he wants to do shouldn't matter. But I haven't gotten a chance to spend much time alone with him this week and he is starting to be a little clingy so I may as well capitalize on it before he turns 30 and wants nothing to do with the snuggles. Because at the rate he's going, he'll be 30 in like a week.

I think we are going to start in on the construction paper chain for the Christmas tree. I cut the strips last night and I have this overwhelming itch to start getting the decorations up. I'm quite sure it is a mix of all the stores playing Christmas music starting on November one and the obnoxiously good sales going on in every single retail outlet in America and that I've had my house decorated for fall since Labor Day and that Jake sings Frosty the Snowman and talks about presents every ten minutes.

I hate to admit how excited I'm getting for Christmas this year. And not just for the cookies. If you happen to be at the house in the next week or so, don't be surprised if you start seeing less orange and red and more green and red. I'm just saying. If Macy's can do it, I can to.