I say, the week between Thanksgiving and December is probably the
hardest one for our family. See, we have this stead-fast rule of no Christmas music until December first.
So, what does Dad do? It was about two days after Thanksgiving, and
here he was singing "I'm dreaming of a white Christmas"! We're all like
"DAD!! You're singing CHRISTMAS music!" Usually he's the one that gets
after US!
So, last night, we kept sacred (not really, but it's a cool word)
tradition: we (some of us) stayed up until midnight and turned on
Christmas music. December first is always one of the "worriedest"
days for me, because I worry that maybe...maybe this year November has
31 days instead of 30, and it's not really December 1, it's November 30!
Whew, got that out of my system.
As I was saying, we stayed up late. Joe, Beth, Eric, and I stayed up
downstairs where it was real nice and warm. At midnight, we turned on
Celtic Christmas here in the dining room, Old Fashioned Christmas in
the twins' room, Mannheim Steamroller's Christmas Extraordinaire in my
room, and...something in the boys' room. I don't remember what. You
don't remember much if you stayed up until midnight.
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I just have to add something funny Abby said to me last night. See, we call her Abby, Abbybee,
and Baby, depending upon what we're saying, and Eric calls her Abigail.
So, we say, "Come here, Abby!" and, "What, baby?" and "Abbybee!!" when we're calling her.
Last night Dad judged rightly that we wouldn't have any dessert, so he
had brought some home: those miniature donuts that you eat in one (or
two) bites, depending upon how big of a mouth you have. Or how polite
you want to be. So anyway. I was dividing those donuts, and standing at
the table. Abby was in the dining room, watching me, and she said,
"What are you doing?" then louder, and growly "WHAT ARE YOU DOING, BABY?"
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Anne-the-cat 
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