Crackly Bits

Sorry for the lack of postage as of late...things are hectic with Christams coming.

Okay fine, I was in a blind panic trying to finish getting out Christmas/Thank You cards out to over 100 people.  You'd THINK I would get that done early.  NO! This is ME!  Why would I do something THAT SMART?

Anyway quickie updates:

Daxon is teething like a mofo.  No sleep for us.  Freakin' tired.  Fed the hell up.  Still no new teeth.  I thought the next ones after the first couple came in fast...This has been going on for two weeks.  What the shit?

Saturday we went to my mom's family's Christmas shindig.  Here is what went down - Daxon is a junkie for the following:

All things Crackly - that is CRACKLY not crack.

Sparkly

Shiney - Lights/Chandeliers especially

I think he actually had a power surge occur in his brain from all of the above.  In fact, there was some gift basket wrap that was so crackly, it was TOO CRACKLY and he just couldn't handle it.  He actually pushed it away because if he played with it anymore he was going to explode.  He had this wildly insane look in his eye as he was playing with it.  It just got to be too much and he shoved it away with such force you would think it pushed him first. 

He also had fun with his many cousins and his "Great" Uncle B (he's my uncle).  Uncle B and Daxon are quite the pair.  The two of them just adore each other.  In fact, Uncle B taught Daxon how to offically razz...I get him back for a hug and he goes "ppphphphphphphphphphphpphpphphh!!!!" right in my face, sending drool sailing into my eye and tumbling onto my shirt.  A fun day was had.

Comments

[GraceD]

Oy, the teething! Eeeeee. My kiddo was miserable and would teeth on a chilled washcloth. Or my arm. And yes, my arm was chilled first.

Merry Christmas to you, Laura. Yours is a blog most hysterical and I know I speak for the entire World Wide Web when I implore you to keep up the snark.

xoxox