The presents are opened, new toys are scattered all over the house, we are feasting on leftovers – and I am so sleepy I keep sneaking off to my bedroom for naps.
I suppose my exhaustion isn’t just because I keep stuffing my tummy full of turkey and pumpkin pie, but because of the craziness of the Christmas rush. (And I went to bed at 5am on Christmas Eve!) Now that the chaos has died down, I just can’t seem to get moving again.
I desperately need to tackle sorting toys and finding new homes for all the new ones. And I need to get to work dealing with the 2,000 flagged and unread emails waiting for me!
But before I go get to work, let me entertain you with a quick story about Jackson and Olivia:
It was time for Olivia’s nap, and I was settling her down with a gentle rock in the rocking chair in her room. Jackson came in and asked if he could rock her.
Just as I settled Olivia in his arms, the phone rang. Jackson is quite responsible with Olivia and so I figured I could trust him to hold her while I ran and grabbed the phone.
“Jackson – you sit very still with Olivia. I will be right back.” And I ran and grabbed the phone. While I went, I could hear him gently cooing at her, but I still hurried back. As I made my way up the stairs, I heard Olivia start to cry.
“That is ok Jackson,” I said as I came back into Olivia’s room, “She is just tired. I will take her now.”
“She just started to fuss.” Jackson explained. But then, after a moment, he looked at me. “Actually,” he confessed, “It was because I licked her head.”
“Jackson,” I sighed, “Why would you do that?!? You know better than that. Why do you do something when you know it is wrong?”
“I was baptizing her,” he answered.
“Jackson,” I reprimanded him, “That is not how we baptize!”
“Well,” Jackson calmly replied, “I didn’t have any water, so I used my saliva.”