Timelies.

{{{{All my Bitches}}}} {{{{Cashmere}}}} {{{{Laura}}}}

I've had a very rough few days as well, but nothing compared to y'all.

Can doggies wear diapers?

Ben has begun to hear rumblings from schoolmates about Santa not being real. (He must have tuned it out up till now.) He asked, flat out, the other night, and I said, "Well, what do you think?" I can tell he wants to believe still, but doesn't quite, anymore. His expression was so hopeful, but at the same time he declared himself "too old" to sit on Santa's lap with Sara.

CJ hasn't made any statements lately whether he believes in Santa still or not. It has been common knowledge in our house, though, that only those who believe will get stockings....so even if he doubts, he likes his stocking too much to be too vocal.

Ah, the poor punkins. I don't even know what to do about the Santa disillusion. I never learned to believe in him, so it still sort of throws me that they do. But Kara? A true believer.

Except, so funny, I told her we should send some of her toys she doesn't play with much to the island of misfit toys so Santa could find them a new home and she said, "No!" and I said why? and she said, "I don't BE. LIEVE. in the Island of misfit toys." with such scorn in her voice. Such a girl.

Can doggies wear diapers?

I think I've seen them. There must be a backup plan for dog incontinence.

Raq, that picture of Mal's mortal terror of Santa was perfect. Of course, I immediately took the opportunity to go fishing through your photo album for more pictures of you. More Raq, more of the time. That's my feeling on the matter.

Hec, won't you be surprised if Emmett wakes up on 25 December with super-powers.

Raq is sort of puffy right now, with hair in an unfortunate stage. The fewer photos the better.

Of course, the DH and I are currently not speaking because he bought some fat calipers and has been measuring his body fat, and he's demanding that I measure mine, and I declined. He is royally pissed off, because it's CRUCIALLY important that he know my body fat percentage RIGHT NOW, and I see no benefit whatsoever in it.

But back to Santa - a friend in VA tells me that at his mall, Santa no longer sits in a big chair because kids are too scared to sit in his lap. He has a couch.

I've made it clear that in my house we believe in Santa. Period. House rule. The boys have always had friends that didn't celebrate Christmas. Rule applies to them too. The friends know there is no dissin' the Santa in my house.

They have both tried the staying up trying to catch us thing. They are ill equipped to catch the Holt Santa. Most of the gifts are wrapped from parent stuff that is out long before. It is only the unwrapped stuff that appears Christmas morning that is from Santa. And stocking of course. No oranges, but if I was up north I would do that.

Laura's house will be our house. Santa exists. Period.

I saw the "Little House" where Almanzo's brother said he didn't believe in Santa and he got nothing. Eff that. Santa exists.

Hec, won't you be surprised if Emmett wakes up on 25 December with super-powers.

He wants the ability to turm into a wolf.

The fewer photos the better.

I speak for all of us when I say, "Pffft!"

Which I also direct toward your DH. Fat calipers? Raq's beauty cannot be measured with such crude and offensive devices!

Laura, I was incensed to hear about your purse theft. I'm afraid my thoughts toward the thief fell somewhat short of What Would Gandhi Do.

Unless Gandhi liked to imagine using a Garden Weasel as a proctology probe.