For the first time since we lived here, we decided to check out the Newnan Christmas parade. It was a great parade and the kids loved it!! Donny thought a 2-hour parade was a bit long for him, but I fed him pizza to hold him over. We even saw my former co-worker and friend P Phillips driving a float for his church in the parade, along with his fellow church members who, lucky for us, were passing out propaganda to the crowd, asking us, their fellow sinner friends the ever-pressing question on everyone's mind while watching a festive Christmas parade - "If you died today, where would you go - Heaven or Hell?" The most delightful flyer answered all my questions regarding this issue that plaques me everyday. So grateful for that. Other highlights included the gorilla and Santa on motorcycles, the pooping horses, and the great high school bands
Too bad no one was passing out flyers explaining to me how a horse can be trained to do just about anything (I know, I've seen them in the circus do just about anything), but they can't be trained to walk down a road for an hour without snicking every five minutes. I just don't get it.
Anyway, next in our eventful month came the night to not soon forget. If you know me, then you know that I am terrified of bad weather. Completely freaks me out, especially storms at night. Rain is always guaranteed to wake me up, so I am up, checking the news and the sky, bracing for the worst. It drives Donny crazy. So at approximately 4:00am on the morning of 12/8, I was awakened to what sounded like a doozy of a storm brewing outside my house. The news confirms a tornado watch, and the sky and wind confirm it is a nasty little booger of a storm. We have this lovely canopy that covers our deck, and when the wind is really blowing, the roof of that thing looks like a balloon trying to blow up. So I am standing at the window watching the storm and the canopy. One second it is there, the next it is crushed by a falling tree limb. I immediately begin screaming at Donny to get the kids, we are heading to the basement. The rain is moving in circles, and by this time, I am completely losing it. Donny, of course, is moving in slow motion. He thinks I am a general over-reacter. Needless to say, we made it to the basement with our lives still in tact, and weathered out the storm. We survived, but the canopy did not.
R.I.P. Beautiful Canpoy. R.I.P.
Philip had his tonsils out on 12/10. He did amazingly well. The nurses said he was the best behaved kid they had ever seen. They said most kids will scream and cry and fight them, but Philip just took it all in stride. His biggest complaint was having to wear that lovely hospital gown. Who knew my kid was so shy and modest? He didn't want anyone to see his underwear, and was so silly about that whole thing. He made sure he was completely covered at all times. We haven't seen much a decrease in his asthma symptoms like we had hoped, but he is still doing great, and we are glad to get those nasty giant tonsils out of there.
Madilyn graduated from S.A.F.E. and has made a committment to live her life drug-free and avoid violence.
Philip recovered fast enough from his surgery to get back to school and enjoy celebrating Christmas time with his class.
And now school is out, and we are getting ready for Santa to come. Philip's excitement is at an all-time high.
After a long day going to three doctors' visits yesterday, I promised the kids if they were good, they could open one present under the tree. They decided to open to gifts from each other, and they were all super excited.
And, thus begins my favorite part of Christmas - trying to get those blasted toys out of their packaging. Nothing says "merry and bright" like that kind of joy!
So, from us to yours, Merry Christmas!!!
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Looks like a busy month.
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