Well, I was feeling better today until I followed some of the links Amy listed at clubmom. And while I’m now refreshing Untangling Knots every four seconds for more news on her delivery and her new baby, I’m also bawling my eyes out over her tribute to the daughter she lost. Thanks, Amy! More tears! But also anxiety and joy! Over someone I don’t even know!

Blogging is so weird, isnt it?

I have to do some dreadful things today. I have to go to THE MALL. Which, you know, is not the place I want to be on Christmas Eve. Not. At. All. But - what the hell - everyone should have to do that once in their life, right? In order to appreciate the mall the rest of the year? Or something like that? I don’t know what I’m talking about.

We have decided to spend the night tonight at MrZ’s parents’ house. There’s something about having a small child around that makes Christmas ten times more fun, so why should we keep that to ourselves? Why not share it with them and turn it into a big sleepover? His brother is going to spend the night there too, so the whole family will be together again. My future sister-in-law won’t be spending the night, but she’ll be there for Christmas dinner at least. And of course LilZ won’t even be there for Christmas dinner, but I keep reminding myself that next year he will!

(And then I try not to think about how, but the year after that he won’t. I’m so lame.)

They are going to go to Christmas Eve mass while we set up camp and try to get NikkiZ to sleep in a strange place. We decided the best situation would be to set up her pack-n-play in their walk-in closet. It’s not actually in their bedroom, but it’s the closest “room” that can be closed of to where we’ll be sleeping. I find this really funny because when LilZ was between the ages of 2 and 4, We lived in a loft apartment that had a huge walk-in closet type room off the bedroom we turned into his bedroom in because the other bedroom was too far away. She is following in the footsteps of her brother, but her closet has power, his did not.

Happy Christmas Eve to all of you! Or, if you don’t celebrate Christmas, HAPPY SUNDAY!