The Northern Oompas are spending the evening with their uncle (Kim's brother) in town. For a little while all of the gates and barriers are down. No hurdles for my stubby old legs. Even Rocky ran a couple of laps around the upstairs in pure glee.
But its too quiet. No ornery chatter from Cyrus. No happy screeching from Ayden. No little baby giggles and coos from Ryott. (I must remember to ask Kimmie how to spell Cyrus... with a C or with an S... I've been spelling it both ways.) It just doesn't feel right any more without them. Grandma Connie must be missing them like crazy. I know my poor little Zachary is missing his partner in crime.
We found an apartment just a few blocks away. Its close enough to both Kim's brother and us so we can help her out at a moment's notice and yet still far enough for her to have her independence. The management there is great with soldiers and Gabe is doing the application online from Iraq, how cool is that?
We'll be driving up to the mountains to get a tree. The little ones will be joining us in this family tradition. Its amazing how little children can brighten up the holiday season. Don't get me wrong, even with my teenage Oompas we have a great time celebrating but little ones add a touch of magic that excites everyone.
Being the uber-graceful person that I am, I tripped over a rack of tortillas at work while sniffing a pack of garlic tortilla wraps and re-injured my calve right where I almost tore the muscle in half about 4 years ago. Although I fell forward and landed on a bed of tortillas, I am now sporting a huge dark black, blue and red bruise on the back of my calve. Only me........ grrrrrrrrrr!
Don't know yet if we'll have a white Christmas, but I can say for sure that we currently have a white Tuesday. We got a nice snowfall this weekend, and its been snowing very lightly all day.
Okay, that's enough snow for me. Where's that dang groundhog? I guarantee he won't be seeing his shadow today... Come on, bring on the spring!