I am not a night person. Jason is. I'm a morning person. Jason is not. So what the heck I'm a doing awake and him snoozing in bed? Well writing letters and getting packages together for stinking Christmas! I mean wonderful awesome Christmas. But Jason has a cold and I tromped around to four stores tonite while stalking my sister in law on the phone while I psycho-analyzed what books to get her kids for Christmas (The McCoys this year drew names and we are all doing books...its a theme) and couldn't make a decision to save my life but finally did.
But just before I go to bed, I was just thinking about the quote on my side bar. The one that says,
"We are here on Earth to make everyone feel like a million bucks, not 2 cents."
That is what we having been talking about in our house lately. So when we make a comment to our sister (LUKE!), sometimes I say, "Is that make her feel like two cents or a million bucks?" Sometimes he tries to negiotate and say, "maybe ten bucks or a thousand" and then I say, "If its not a million lets just not say it."
Because really its more important to be nice. I like nice. I was raised to be nice. I want my kids to be nice kids. I don't want them to be door mats, but I want them to be nice. And sometimes it just takes a teeny bit more effort to do it, right. This is actually all ironic that I think this since I notoriously stick my foot in my mouth any chance I get, but still.
I need to remember this when I'm tired and cranky in the morning from staying up so late. Crap its 12:25 a.m. I'm goner. Complaining and all, I think this is going to be my favorite Christmas ever. Whats better than a new cute baby and three cute kids for Christmas anyway? Nothing.
I swear I'm going to stop jibber jabbering on here and post some pictures soon. Blogging is kinda like talking to yourself a bit. Scary.