Fortune Teller/Cootie Catcher

Today I helped Cannon make his own "fortune teller" as the boys are calling them. Made me feel like I was in elementary school again, though I don't think I figured out how to fold them myself until I was in jr. high.

And now it is Friday night. I really wanted to go see Twilight again (I was going to text you, Marie, to see if you happened to be at home with nothing to do), just to get out of the house. Or go shopping for something new to wear at the Charter Christmas party. Not that the party requires something new, or nice for that matter because it is at a big restaurant bar place and the main event is a billiards competition, but it would be fun to have something different to wear, just for my own sake. But instead of doing those things I went to the grocery store and bought the ingredients for my cookies for the annual cookie exchange on Monday (11 dozen this year). How not exciting is that. I got home and Eric went over to Chad and Angie's to play rock band. I thought we were going to watch "Get Smart," but now it is 10:30 and I can still hear the music next door, sometimes it is really loud, and I'm blogging in my pajamas, listening to "Say Yes to the Dress" in the background. Cannon has already come down for his nightly crying-on-the-way-to-the-bathroom ritual. He came into our room, I was watching "What Not to Wear" and finally eating dinner, so I directed him to our toilet and for some reason he kept turning around and started spraying the wall instead of the toilet. I have no idea how he even makes it down the stairs he is so asleep. Not a bad night, not exciting, but sometimes nights at home are okay.