Solstice+Jesus+Arctic Magic Man= Ridiculous but fun.

Have I been knitting? Why yes, I have actually. I'm pretty much stuck to the couch these days. All of a sudden I'm hella pregnant. I'm at 36 weeks. Around 35 I blew up. Figuratively of course...

The tree is up and I'm pleased about that. As if by the power of Greyskull, it snowed for the first time the evening I put it up. For a while there, it was looking like a rainy, poopy green Christmas. All that's changed thankfully. This morning, I looked out the window and overnight, the river had frozen into a layer of ice shards. No turning back now.



So back to the knitting. I've managed another baby sweater, a baby hat, mittens for me and T, T's scarf, a hat to match my scarf, smurf/elf slippers for T and fat pompom slippers for me. You know, I always thought it was spelled pom-pom. but apparently it's pompon.







So yeah. Knitting.

We completely reorganized our place AGAIN and this time, I think it will stick. I keep snooping around looking for things to organize and clean instead of just saying: Okay, enough! I guess it's just the feeling that soon, there will be no time to do any of it and entropy will not be held at bay.
The unending fight with chaos will be on hold. It's my last chance to wrangle some organization in my realm before I am overcome with feeding and pooping a baby and walking around in a sleepless zombie-like state. (Read following outloud with a monster truck commercial voice)"LIVE, One month only!!! Melissa VS Chaos: The Last Gasp. It's a smackdown, no holds barred piledrivin' GRUDGE MATCH! Watch them duke it out until only one is staaaandinggggg."

T is acting like my remote control cleaning machine for the things I can't do on my own. Lucky him...

I'm winding down though. Definitely finding it trickier to do pretty much everything. What I need is lots of good movies and good sandwiches and a few more weeks of soaking up the non-parental life. Don't get me wrong, I'm excited as a bear pooping in the woods (which is very exciting to bears. They like it a lot.). I am really looking forward to meeting Leon. I ain't no fool though. I know this last bit of time is to be appreciated and I'm trying to do that.

Luckily, 'tis the season to be jolly. I am. I hope you are too. Let's rock this pagan celebration that somehow turned into a birthday party for a jewish dude from Bethlehem, that somehow has something to do with a dude from the northpole and toys and chocolate. Pick the part of the story you like and go with it. As long as you rock it full-on. Happy holidays!