Anticipating Christmas Morning

It’s the dead, dark middle of the night.  I lay here wide awake in eager anticipation of the morning.  The house is slumbering, the only sounds are the ticking of the clocks and the occasional roar of the heater coming on.  Visions of sugar plums, I imagine, are floating.  J-Dub just went to bed aContinue reading “Anticipating Christmas Morning”

A Few More Emmaisms

I’ve got this almost 3-year-old, going on almost 30-year-old. She says some of the funniest things.  I posted about them last here.  One of my faithful readers and commenters, Donna, coined them Emmaisms and I thought that sure sounded catchy. Today I put on my 80’s playlist to get myself moving to clean the houseContinue reading “A Few More Emmaisms”