This is the weekend of Christmas parties. Tonight is my work party and Sunday is the kids' Christmas party put on by my employer. Julie and I are pumped for tonight, and the girls are pumped for Sunday. I guess when the organizers were putting this together, they didn't think Saskatchewan would be in the Grey Cup. Now it turns out Santa is scheduled to arrive right at opening kick-off. Oh well, we should be home by the time the first quarter is over. We are trying a new sitter tonight, so hopefully we're not home by 7:00. I broke the news to Jorja last night and she seemed all right with it, so we'll see. It's also the first time we've had a sitter for all three, so here's hoping the new girl does all right.
Jorja and I were talking about Santa last night before bed. I told her she was going to see him on Sunday and that I had been talking to him that afternoon. I told her he came to visit me at work. Little does she know, Santa has a day job. Anyway, I asked her what she would tell him of he asked her what she wants for Christmas. She said, "I want a doll house with a grey elevator." It's good to be specific I guess. There's no point dropping subtle hints (with men regarding presents), you may as just spell out what you want so that you're not disappointed. Then I asked her what she would say if she had been a good girl. She looked at me and sheepishly whispered, "What should I say Daddy?" I told her she could probably say yes.
Ginny was awake at 6:300 this morning, and I managed to convince her that it wasn't morning yet. By the time she was back asleep CeCe was awake and not going back. So much for sleeping in. Jorja is up now too, and Ginny is the only one sleeping. How does that work? Oh well, time to put the coffee on. Later.