Sometimes I am convinced that Baby Hulk has a bit of the devil inside him. I know my parents will be pissed at me for saying that, but I’m not kidding. When I ask him to pray before meals, he seriously starts shaking his head and screaming that he doesn’t want to pray. He has decided that he only wants to go to daily Mass “tomorrow”. That is fine with me. I have decided that a child going to Mass five days a week was too much, so I thought we would go three days. He has decided that it is never “tomorrow”. This morning, he literally covered the seat belt when I was trying to get him out of the car seat to get to Mass. He was screaming “I don’t want to go” as loudly as possible. Anyone listening to my Baby this morning (when I called in to nominate my hairdresser for bastard of the year) could hear him. I am proud to say that I didn’t let him bother me though. Normally, I would have been super frustrated with him, but I just didn’t care. I was going to Mass for my peace of mind and apparently to pray for his soul!

Our big threat this year to be good: Oklahoma shirt and pants. Baby Hulk freaks at the thought of getting anything with ou on it. He is so smart.

I’m not sure Elephant is making a big impression on the Hulk this year. Though he acting like he “believes” in Christmas Magic now, he just threatens us that “we aren’t going to tell Elephant a thing!!!”

Thankfully, I’ve been able to workout all week. I’ve been baking for the caretakers at the gym, Mr. Tony at swim club and a few friends. And myself. I don’t share with the kids, but I have had to make double just to keep up with myself.

We had a great time at Super Saints this week. The kids loved learning about Our Lady of Guadalupe and were excited about the book and cookie exchange. We’ll be on break until the Kings arrive.

I had a great dinner last night. I haven’t seen my friends in so long. There were so many stories to catch up on and as usual we closed the place.

I haven’t made it to Confession, but I am going. I have to get there this week. I haven’t been to Communion in forever. I told the priest yesterday that when you want to kill your children during the Consecration, it’s probably a sign that you don’t need to partake.

So far, I’ve done most of my list for the week and I’m in a good mood. I’m sure Lance likes the good mood. The problem is that we’ve both been so busy with places we have to be, and we can’t go together because of sick kids. We’re so used to spending most of the day together, and we haven’t been able to do that for the past month. It makes for a very cranky couple. My brother-in-law will be here soon, and Lance has already suggested we go to the movies!