There are a couple of mysteries around here which are taking up valuable brain space and keeping me from blogging about more interesting things. 

Mystery #1:  In nearly every shirt I wear on a frequent basis, I have 2 or 3 tiny holes in them, about an inch below my belly button.  They look like holes I used to get in my shirts when my cat would stick a claw in me.  I cannot for the life of me figure it out and it's really messing with my head. 

Mystery#2:  The Little People Baby Jesus is missing.   You might think that considering we've already had the nativity out for over a week, the fact that He's (do you capitalize when you're referring to a Little People figurine, as opposed to the real Jesus?) just know gone missing is pretty darn good.  But I have higher standards around here, people.  Mike thinks I'm a wee bit past anal because when it's my turn to pick up the toys at the end of the day I put each and every piece, no matter how teeny, back to it's rightful place.  He's more of a ThankGodforbaskets! kind of guy.  Well, let this be a warning unto you:  that's how our Lord and Savior got lost.  Given Eli's propensity for throwing things in the trash when we're not looking, I have a very bad feeling that this will not have a happy ending.

Mystery#3:  I can't find my Christmas CD's either.  Perhaps I shouldn't have left them in the van until July.  Then again, you'd think I'd remember where I put them since it's only been 5 months since I last saw them.   For now we're stuck listening to "Charlie Brown Christmas," (which Elena listens to year-round) and a Mormon Tabernacle Choir CD I picked up at the library.  I hope they turn up . . . except for the one that has "I Want A Hippopotamus for Christmas."  That one can go where Baby Jesus probably is.