Anne Nahm

He wants your love, love, love.

It’s been raining a lot around here.  When the clouds broke, Baby J used this spider web as a hammock, kicked back, and threw up some wicked pretty rainbows.

I asked him, since he was in the miracle making mood, could he possibly make me un-see my mom singing For Your Entertainment yesterday?  Because so much Do. Not. Want.

So… Baby J and I were waiting in the check-out line at the grocery (OK, for reals, we were peeking at a gossip site.) ( Ok, mostly it was me checking a bookmarked gossip site I skulk around at and J shaking his head kinda sadly at me.)

But then we both stared at this for a while, with our heads cocked sideways and our mouths agape*.

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Do you guys see it?

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How ’bout now:

I was going to say something about ’separated at birth’, but that idea wrecked my head with all kinds of devastating theological implications about 14-year-old mega famous virgins, and what this might make K-Fed, and also:  BLASPHEMY!  Horrible, horrible blasphemy.  It burns.

But don’t you want to pinch their cute, burny cheeks?  I do!

*And not like the love that God has for you, but more sounding like ape.

ETA:  Zomg, they are both named Jay.  Repent, the end is nigh.

So, I unwrapped Baby J this morning.  I thought he’d be glad to see me, but he was out the door in three seconds, yelling something about ‘going to a support group’ over his shoulder.

He called me on his cell a couple hours later.  When I picked him up downtown, he was loitering around with some buddies, who he introduced as his friends, Jeebus H. Nice and Snap and Crackle Krispie Rice.  I don’t know what the meeting was about, but I get the feeling maybe there has been a lot of cursing going on this year.

As we got in the car, Snap yelled out something about an invitation to go out later for ‘a snack of cheese ‘n’ fries‘.  I’m not saying Baby J did anything like flip the guy off, but … I also don’t know how to finish that sentence.

Anyway, Baby J is home now, stretching his legs and checking out our new house.  As I type this, he’s eyeing a spider web in the garden like he might use it for a napping hammock later .  Ah, California Christmas!

So after we finished putting out the stockings and presents for the kids, my husband and I snuggled into bed and waited for Christmas morning.

Some time in the middle of the night, we heard something going on inside our own house. I snuck downstairs with a baseball bat and a bloated sense of my own defense skills, ready to crack intruder skulls. Instead, I found the whole nativity jamming out to this song.

And then this one from the awesome ishkadebble:

It was really cute to see the wise men smoking their Frankincense while Mr. & Mrs. Christ jitterbugged around the manger. Baby J kept hugging everybody – I think he was really happy to be back home. It got a little crazy when the tiny naked Matthew McConaughey streaked through the nativity banging his bongo drum, so I snuck back upstairs. Those guys are going to be tired tomorrow.

Happy Holidays!