This is what England looks like from the sky right now. Prior to this craziness we’ve only had snow three days total in five years.

We are blessed because He was born and has risen. Merry Christmas.

So…here’s what you need to do. You’ve got friends with kids, you might even have kids yourself. Go to iTunes, search Ross King “Words that Rhyme with Orange” Find and buy. Repeat.

Sadly, the ‘it’ was insomnia…

This has got to be one of my most favorite songs of the Christmas season, or ever for that matter. Sadly, it was almost ruined for me one year when some friends found one of the most god-awful versions of it online. I laughed, I cried, I couldn’t listen to the song without hearing the butchered version.

What must God have been thinking 2,000 years ago knowing what was in store for his son? O holy night for sure, but O awful night, o fearful night, o glorious night, o holy night indeed. I mentioned to Stac today that I needed a new, clean heart from the Lord b/c of my feeling like I’ve lost all sorts of confidence when it comes to parenting. I completely understand the phrase ‘terrible two’s’. I feel like Estie is in that place and it is difficult as a parent. I adore that God chose a holy night year ago in order to heal my broken, fragile, inept heart.

You can’t use your brother’s face for a racetrack when he’s taking a nap.

(Thanks Brad and Carrie for the wonderful idea of an outlet for these things.)

Oh what I’d give for a silent night around the Bowser household. Seems like our days of having the dream daughter who slept for hours and fought not at all are gone…

Don’t get me wrong, the bucket is still wonderful during the day and the bostonian is just being a baby, but last night at 11:30 we were having a crying pow-wow in the Bowser bed, both kids were wailing and Stac and I were getting close to joining them.

Sooo, in the meantime we’re watching the X-Factor finale. GO OLLY!!! For all of my American readers X-Factor is British American Idol, it’d be kind of weird if they called it American Idol over here b/c all of the contestants are British (except for that one American who tried out for the show but didn’t cut it.)

Well, we haven’t lost any teeth, but Estie did have her first haircut today. She was a champ…actually it was like she was scared to death. She did not say a word and she did not move a muscle. We are trying to get a little more of a handle on her hair as it fits into the ‘out of control’ category at the moment.

She looked rather pensive, rather frightened and a little disconsolate as the picture shows. Her petrification is obvious because of the movement in the rest of the picture. The only other things in focus in the picture are inanimate objects.

Well it’s pretty quiet out in Orchard dormitory. I think that is mostly because finals loom. They start on Monday with mine first out of the gate 9am. And then I’m finished until around the 6th of January. That’s not too bad!

Arsenal is down 1-0 to Olymipiakos at the moment. Hopefully they’ll put something out soon.

Not too much to do at the moment, and not much to update on the blog…but so far 3/3 on the DBC!

So I kinda glazed over it in my post yesterday (which I know, some of you are thinking that two post in a row seems a bit apocalyptic) but, our school holds a yearly St. Nick celebration and invites all the staff and faculty kiddos by to meet St. Nick and pick up a nice gift as well. Well the only issue I have with this is rather than a jovial, rotund bellied, guy that’s been growing his white beard for months character (and yes, I know, that St. Nick is a much slimmer figure outside of the US) we get someone who I like to refer to as “shady” Claus. He’s not mean or upset or anything like that, he just looks a bit…shady. Sort of like someone who just got called in off the street corner, given some red rags and little tie-on beard and a couple of bucks to hand some gifts to kids for the afternoon.

So dare I say that even though Santa Claus might be watching me, but Santa, I’m watching you.

I’m still looking for thoughts as to how to correctly and theologically handle the whole Santa thing with the kiddos, but for the blogging world I need him in order to mock him.

Without further adieu, Shady Claus…Boston’s eyes say it all.