Here comes Santa Clause and I can cry if I want to...

Muffin refused point blank to sit on Santa's lap. It was all I could do to convince her to stand next to him for the picture. LBR has not had a problem with Santa since his first Christmas. Santa is his buddy. Last year at the mall he wanted to hang out with Santa and color. Santa finally had to tell him that there were other children he needed to talk to.

Sushi!?!

Sushi has become an expletive at our house. It is hollered at random, mostly by the kids. They think it is hilarious and bust out in laughter every time. Sushi replaced "baby bottle". Don't ask me why, some things just can not be explained beyond the fact that they are definitely their father's children. LBR comes up to me and whispers in my ear "Mom, do we have a plan for Sushi?". They don't even know what it is. Crazy kids.