If this weekend is anything like how the rest of my month is going to go it's going to be a long painful month!  Or short and painful!

Busy busy busy.

We have been blessed with lots of friends and family who have birthday celebrations around this time....including me.  Fortunately my husband's job opted not to do a big party this year.  In and of itself the month of December has several beautiful feasts to celebrate.  My two precious oldest children will be making their way home from different parts of the globe within the next two weeks and of course we'll have lots of visitors coming from all over the state to see them.  My house is a wreck.  I can't remember which tub holds the advent wreath.  My car is ill.  By tomorrow I'll need a car that seats 6 and by next Monday I'll need a car that seats 7.  Oh, and don't forget Orthodontist and Doctor and Vet appointments.  We also need to get shopping done.  Not just grocery shopping....your basic we have nothing to eat around here and "hey" we're out of toilet paper shopping. 

I've been reworking Cameron's schoolwork schedule.  He's been doing schoolwork since August so the mid year burn out has set in.  Getting him to do ANY schoolwork with his long awaited siblings home will be impossible.  We'll see what happens.

Yesterday was also my dad's birthday.  He passed away 16 years ago right after Christmas and was buried on New Year's eve.  I always have a hard time with this.  I miss my dad but I know he is in a better place and not suffering.....but I really do miss him.  My dad was the ultimate outdoorsman.  We camped every year.  He loved to fish and hunt.  My dad LOVED holidays.  December was the ultimate holiday month!  We opened the month with his birthday on December 1.  We got the tree on my birthday, December 7.  We put up lights and we had egg nog for what seemed like every meal.  Christmas was always great.  New Years was exciting-he made sure we were ALL up at midnight drinking egg nog!  My dad always wanted a son.  That's nothing I'm upset about-heck-I could have used a brother or two!  But my dad was blessed with 4 girls.  My dad passed away shortly after my eldest son turned 1 and I was pregnant with my second son.  I have to wonder if my dad from where ever he is, had something to do with me having 4 boys!  I have 1 daughter who is a blessing and is now the only granddaughter.....there are now 6 grandsons with one keeping him company from up above!  I hope my dad is proud of his grandkids....especially all these boys! 

It's a happenin' Holiday month!