Speaking of my co-workers, look at what my office looked like Monday morning before Christmas.
What I love about these gifts is that we genuinely love each other and give these things out of caring, not obligation.
In other news, my 12 year old nephew babysat Brody on Saturday while we went to dinner with friends.
Curiously, that nephew was able to bring his 9 year old brother along.
Curiouser still, they both stayed overnight at our house, leaving my sister and brother-in-law child free for the night. How did that happen? It was quite ingenious, really.
All went well. The boys had a great time together. Brody behaved. I made pancakes the next morning. The boys watched TV. I love how the 9 year old w as actually discussing Tom & Jerry (cartoon) and discussing ways in which the cat could really improve his chances of getting the mouse, as if it was a serious, real thing.
On the drive back up to Marilyn's house, we had all 3 boys in the backseat. The 9 year old and Brody were . . . loud. Loud. Loud.
Probably not unreasonably loud, but loud enough that after telling Stevie and Brody for the 23rd time to stop or be quiet or use their inside voices, Jeremy looked at me and said,
"And you wanted more."
"I wanted a girl."
The past tense here is fairly astonishing to me. And my ability to laugh sincerely about the idea.
Finally, on January 15, 2010, at this year's National Western Stock Show, one of the biggest events in our cow-town of Denver, on Shriner's Day at the Stock Show, in the middle of the big pro rodeo, a "fancy, white, Cinderella-style carriage with a team of horses" will come to the VIP seats that Jeremy, Brody and I will be sitting in.
The three of us will get into the fancy white carriage and be driven around by the team of horses, while the announcer explains to the packed arena what Shriner's Hospitals has done for Brody, and what it's meant for us.
Brody will officially be the poster child of Shriner's. And awesomeness.
And he will have an arena of people clapping for him.
I'm so excited I could spit. (I'm getting my cowboy on already).
Also excited about the notion of living out my long-buried girlhood Cinderella-carriage fantasy.
And yes, there is mutton bustin that night, but Brody is still too young.