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Nate and I were reminiscing about some weird things that happened to me during pregnancy.  One of those things was that I became particularly emotional about graduation ceremonies.  I watched several movies/ tv shows that contained graduation scenes, and without fail I would find myself crying hysterically over them.  The Cosby show when Theo graduated from college was one, and also Gilmore Girls when Rory graduated from Yale.  One variant was Anne of Green Gables, when Anne tied Gilbert for the Avery Scholarship - that one was a doosie.  Of all the things in that movie to make me cry - a scholarship?!  I had to pause the movie because I was crying so hard I couldn’t see the TV through my tears.  Pregnancy hormones are a mysterious thing.  I got Jacob out of the deal, so I guess it was all worth it, but now I’m wondering if commencement exercises are still going to have the same effect on me.  Master’s Seminary graduation is right around the corner, so if you see a sobbing red-head in the G-Com courtyard on the 10th of May, that’s me and I’m ok.  The robes, the degree announcing, the diplomas… it’s hard for some people.

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This week I am participating in my own little grapefruit-a-thon.  I bought a 15lb. bag of grapefruits at Costco on Monday and I’m determined to eat them all before any of them go bad.  I’m about half way through the bag and still enjoying it.  I think if I eat two a day I should be ok.  I’ll let you know.

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So today I was supposed to get lots of stuff done.  I needed to go grocery shopping, do some laundry, house cleaning, change the sheets… you get the idea.  Well, it is now 4:15 and my accomplishments for the day include eating breakfast (this might not seem like an accomplishment but if you know me well, you’ll know that I struggle to be consistent with this meal), giving Jacob a bath, some online Christmas shopping, and a nap.  I missed lunch.  Maybe since I had breakfast my body forgot that I needed an additional meal before dinner.   

Around 3:30pm I was ready to go out.  I was dressed, I had the baby dressed, he was fed, it was good.  Then right as I was headed out the door I heard a diaper explosion from the direction of the car seat.  I put everything down, unbuckled him, got him changed and into new clothes, then back into the car seat.  As I was buckling him in he spit up all over his shirt.  I got that cleaned up and headed out the door only to discover that my keys were no where to be found.  I looked and thought that maybe I’d left them in the car last night, but I couldn’t see them through the car window.  So I came back upstairs unloaded the baby and resigned myself to just having to look through the car later when Nate got home.   

By this time Jacob is ready for a nap, so I put him down in his crib and start to restock the diaper bag.  In the very bottom of the bag, in the corner, are my keys.  I think there must be a small galaxy in the bottom of my diaper bag, because the gravitational pull it has on anything I put in there is astonishing.  I also found three pacifiers and a jelly bean in there. 

On a happy note, I’m wearing my size small maternity pants today.  I think the leading cause of postpardtum depression is not hormones but mirrors.  I’m so excited for the day when I can wear a pair of pants with a zipper.  Funny that Jacob and I both wear elastic topped pants.  huh… never thought of it like that.             

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Have I ever mentioned that I love Christmas?  Well, I do.  I absolutely adore it.  I think I got it from my mom, and it could also be that it’s just a very lovable holiday.  This year however, I feel behind in my Christmasing.  It’s like it’s just coming too fast and I can’t catch up.  I’m not in the Christmas spirit yet and it’s not because I don’t want to be.  I’ve been listening to Christmas music in the car to help get me there.  I stare at the Christmas lights that people have put up and think, “YAY!  It’s Christmas time!”  So I don’t know where the disconnect is this year.  Usually by this time in our house I’ve decked our hall and hung our stockings with care.  This year, I’m just happy if I’ve vacuumed the hall and run the stockings through the laundry. 

So this weekend I’m making a conscious effort to get us ready for Christmas.  I’m up early this saturday morning so I can clean the floors, the first step in getting the Christmas spirit in this house.  That might not make sense, but trust me… there’s no way to feel Christmasy with this many dust bunnies around.  I’m hoping that tonight we go Christmas tree shopping which is one of my favorite holiday activities and then over the next week I’ve planned some baking, some decorating and some holiday shopping.  Like most things in life right now, I’m expecting this to take quite a bit longer than the time I’ve allotted, but at least it’s a plan.  Christmas eve is fast approaching and since it’s my favorite day of the year I want to be ready for it.  

Maybe I’ll put on Charlie Brown Christmas while I mop.  That should help.   

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