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.