while visions of sugarplums danced. GO TO BED.

current issues:
-i should be diagnosed with that condition where you can't sleep on christmas eve, no matter how tired.
-TOMORROW IS CHRISTMAS. holla atcho boi santa.
-christmas eve was so much more magical when you had to leave out cookies for santa.
-my resemblances to tara are quite worrisome. i'm going to be exactly like her. at least her kids are cute.
-i have a new camera. a good one. a pretty big one.
-i'm freaking sick.

well. the last few days were nothing of excitement.
it was lunch with dad, cookie making with emily, dinner with the speeds.
basically break has been a craft filled, christmas baking fest.
that and sleeping til noon is just an added bonus i've been enjoying the past, well you know, about five days.

and tonight was christmas eve. family, presents that could wrap around the world at least once if placed end to end. enough food to feed a starving third world country. the ushe.

except this year was more fun, well and less with cookie and ron being in california. ella is miss personality these last few weeks. she yells names all the time, like "whiwee" which obviously means me. they're so fun at that age.

i'm looking forward to future christmases with little ones. my own little ones. that call all my family members by mumbled toddleresque names and get super excited when they open presents, and can't sleep at night because they know santa is coming.

basically, it was a typical reed/brown/brooks christmas eve.

and i can't sleep. it's three in the morning. i cant friggin sleep.

still a child at heart, i suppose. always have been, always will be.

with love, and dreams of falling asleep so i can open my stocking.
-lys. decked out in polar bear pajamas. holla.