While Basking In The Light Of The Tree . . .

for the past few nights, the Random Thought Monster has attacked my brain.  Here’s what he {it’s always a he} has left me with:

• This is the first year we’ve put our tree up the day after Thanksgiving and we are loving it.  I think it will be our new tradition.
• How can I break the boy baby of his pacifier AND put him in a big boy bed at the same time without either ruining bedtime altogether or simply killing him with the double whammy?
• I believe I could live on soup and soup alone forever.  Is there a diet for that? Because I was at the doctor’s yesterday and the scale told me point blank that it was time to get my act together or have no pants that button.
• We are no longer exchanging sibling gifts for Christmas in the Hubby’s family. I am sad.  I am also relieved.
• Two kids in braces is going to be fun. Except for the part where it’s torture plus bad breath plus food stuck in teeth.  But otherwise, fun.
• The hardest person to shop for at Christmas time is my dad.  Last year I pulled off a two thumbs up, although upon opening the gift, he had loads of doubt. This year, I’m the one with doubt.
• The easiest person to shop for at Christmas time is RedDog. Because he makes lists that say things like “a pound of Toblerone” and “a bathrobe”.  Don’t you think he’ll look dashing sitting around in his bathrobe eating Toblerone?
• I love baking during the holidays.  I also love eating what I bake during the holidays.  Help.
• We took family pictures on Thanksgiving day with my Photobro.  He got the perfect shot in under two minutes.  It was a holiday miracle.
• We still have pumpkins from Halloween on our porch that we never carved.  They are sitting next to twinkle lights.  We have a severe case of décor overlap going on.
• I am growing my hair out which means I look like a wet dog 99% of the time.  The other 1% of the time I look like a shaggy dog.
• The solution to the SourMilkStinkyVan Debacle of 2011?  Hubby took a utility knife and cut the dreadful carpet and pad out of the van. We’ve ordered a hard rubber tray for the van.  In essence, the $3.00 gallon of milk ended up costing us $100.
• Wanna know a gross word?  Moist.  Unless it applies to cake, then it’s an awesome word.

And that, dear readers, is what’s going on in my brain right now. Crazy, I know.