The Grinch

We tried showing it to him last year, and he couldn't have been less interested. But today, Luke sat mesmerized as he watched "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" from start to finish. (I am, of course, referring to the Chuck Jones animated version, not the live action abomination.) He just couldn't take his eyes off the screen. He loved Max (the dog), and he even said "yay" and clapped when the Grinch rescued the sled with "the strength of ten grinches plus two." It was so cute.

I think DH and I are finally starting to see light at the end of the tunnel, or more importantly, oxygen at the end of our noses. I don't think I'm going to die any longer, and my father even knew who I was on the phone today, so there has been some improvement. I'm starting to cough more, though, like it is settling in my chest. Not good. We'll see how I progress over the weekend, but if I'm still coughing come Monday, I will have to go to the doctor. The last thing I need is full blown bronchitis (or worse) come Christmas.

Busy week coming up and running right through Christmas week, so I'm not sure if I'll be blogging much between now and the new year. My front brakes are starting to grind, so I need to get that checked, probably Monday. (We just sank $400 into DH's car on Friday for a new alternator.) Luke has his ENT appointment on Tuesday, so I'll try to get you an update on that. DH's office Christmas party is Friday morning, followed by getting to see one of my best friends from high school who is in town from California (and who is cringing at the horrible construction of this sentence, silly English teacher that she is, but we love each other anyway). Saturday, family arrives. Sunday the adults will open gifts after Luke goes to bed so that we don't have to tell him that he can't touch all the expensive breakable stuff. Maybe next year we'll do it all together Christmas morning, but he's just not quite ready. Monday is Luke's gifts and the big dinner. Tuesday is lunch with my grandmother, and my parents will return home for one night so that Mom can do payroll at work on Wednesday and then drive back to Atlanta. I think Thursday is free (can I breathe yet?), and sometime that weekend we will be going back to my grandmother's for the day to have the big family get-together with my uncle and his crew. We're also hoping to squeeze in a movie sometime (two, if I am extremely lucky). Family leaves Jan 1, parents by car, brother by plane, and DH and I are back at work on Tuesday.
Currently feeling: better, but not well by any means