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Jesus Christ Rockstar

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So normally I would bore everyone with the same Christmas pictures of the kids opening up presents that every other mother shot today, but I have something way more entertaining: My Auggie was baby Jesus at Christmas Eve mass!  In case you are wondering, no, that didn’t mean that I was the Virgin Mary for the day (not that I didn’t try to pass myself off as that) but it did mean that we got the front row reserved for us which meant that we didn’t have to arrive an hour early. The priest said that Aug was very "animated" which I think was a nice way of saying that he felt sorry for me when Auggie starts walking.  He did well except for the fact that he was damn near rolling out of the manger on more than one occasion.

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I had such a good time and was so proud of my baby that I got to thinking about what it must be like for my mom now that we are all grown up. When we got home I told Dan that I felt so bad for her that she didn’t have any babies anymore. My heart hurt for her, I mean what is life without children in the house. Then this morning she proceeded to tell everyone that as she watched people with their babies in church yesterday she felt so happy that all of hers were grown!  Boy was I off on that one! All the more proof that all this baby fever that I have must be completely hormonal.

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Well whatever it is, I sure am enjoying my boys. Life is quite wonderful with them around.  Noah almost passed out when he realized that we had gotten him a guitar and lessons for x-mas. His whole face lit up, it was way more rewarding than I had ever imagined.

So I ruled this year. One of my kids was baby Jesus, the other thought I was the coolest, best, most thoughtful mom around.

To quote Noah today :

Noah: I want a Mohawk.

My mom: You can’t have a Mohawk Noah.

Noah: Rock Stars have Mohawks.

My mom: You are not a rock star.

Noah: I will be soon…

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Auggie got his first set of shots this weekend. He was quite a trooper, better than I was for my flu shot earlier in the week.  He cried for a bit and then was his normal, happy self again as soon as I nursed him. He and I are good at nursing. I really love it. That’s the thing I would say if Oprah ever asked me what is "One Thing That I Know is True."  Strangely,  it is so encouraging to me that I at least know that this one thing is 100% true.  Sometimes it seems as if no one knows anything really.

Our nursing makes Auggie so happy he has to throw his hands in the air and laugh really dramatically.   

In other news, Noah has really great hair. I came to this realization after I downloaded the photos from a memory card that we lost last year and happily found recently. This being a cool haircut is not something Noah says he knows is true. Believe it or not, he would rather have this beautiful hair shaved off so that he would never have to wash it or comb it again. Although lately, with the new baby and going back to work, I appreciate his plight.  He usually has the freedom to create the meaning in his life, but I have to draw the line at his hair. Everyone has their limits after all.

Oh and I ended up eating milk products while baking with the girls on Sunday. And Auggie’s tummy got upset, I was super sick at work and Dan didn’t sleep all night. It’s no joke that we are ultimatly responsible for our destiny.

I blame the whole mishap on the fact that I forgot to bring my apron with me. All that talk about taking it to make me feel better and then I left it at home. I am weak, what can I say. 

At least I take responsibility for it all: the apron, the desserts, the haircut, the fantstic nursing. Yup that’s right.  I am a regular  Postpostmodernist today,  a Sammy Beckett if you will.

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