I'm changing the font to Georgia, well, because I am from that beautiful state!!!!!! Okay, unfortunately I was not brilliant enough to coin that unique phrase that I have named this post. It was invented by my sis, Lily, and turned into a death metal song by Jack. If only I knew how to record, then you would get to laugh hysterically too!!!! For now, just use your imagination to think of Jack screaming into his pretend microphone with distortion in the background . . . "CHRISTMAS C A R N A G E!!!!!!!!" If anyone has ever survived a Christmas with a two year old, mother-in-law, her husband, my sister, and four dogs--two of those being barky terriers, then you can imagine the scene. My favorite moment of the whole day was Max, jumping on his very large-fancy pants present from grandparents box, opening his very unexciting presents of CLOTHES from his parents, and throwing the clothes across the room while yelling "AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!" I don't blame him. If I had my choice between a bicycle video game and cheaply made clothes from Mexico, I would definitely choose the first! What I love about Max is that he can act out exactly how he feels, and no one thinks that he is strange. They just say . . . "Oh, how cute!" If only a twenty six year old mother could run around the house screaming, "If one more dog poops on my floor, and Max doesn't let me pee in peace, I'm going to GO CRAZZZZZYYYYY!!!!!" (Imagine frenzied hair pulling and blood-shot eyes) But instead, I am eating comfort food like homemade cheesecake and watching Jane Austin movies. MMMMmmmm. There is nothing like unnecessary fat to make me feel better. . .
