Life is good and swell.

It's a great day to be me.  Heck, it's a great month...no, YEAR to be me.  My most recent biggest problems consist of: I can't find the nail clippers.  Seriously, life is just so very good.  I either endured some horrid multi-tragedies in my last life, or I'm in for it in my next life.  Either way, all I can do in this life is smile and try not to wonder too much why that saying 'Life is Good' pertains so much to me. 

So, what have the Bigley's been up to?  Well, I'll tell you.

Kenny enjoys entertaining me in the mornings and early afternoons with a series of song and dance, including but not limited to:  his best high-pitched woman-voice, enthusiastic clapping and foot-stomping, exaggerated facial expressions and on special occasions, he parodies songs to fit the moment.  And sometimes he even has a dance partner (poor kitty).  I'm not sure what he's so darn excited about lately, but I'm happy that he's happy.

Kyler continues to do thorough research on every rock, animal and plant that he crosses paths with.  For the longest time (I'm talking years), I really just assumed that when he called animals by their actual names, he was simply making these names up as I had mostly never heard of them.  But now he checks out books at the library just to prove to me that these names are not just in his head.  Huh.  Who knew?

Mae, like Kenny, has been very sing-songy and dancy lately.  You should hear how her voice roars throughout the house during bath time!  Somehow, she thinks that nobody can hear her.  When she walks out of the bathroom and we all start singing the song that she'd been singing in the shower, she looks shocked and says something like, "That is SO weird because I was just singing that song in the bathroom!"   She has also been very busy creating and wrapping Christmas presents for Kenny and me.  Her room has been strictly off-limits for nearly two weeks now.  She has smuggled a roll of last year's wrapping paper and the underneath of our Christmas tree is quickly filling up with gifts that are the size of an 8x10 sheet of printer paper.  I get the feeling that my entire Christmas morning will be filled with me opening up gift after gift of sheets of paper that say, "I love you!"...but I'm quite okay with that.

The Dogs Bigley have a new home...the OUTDOORS!!  On Thanksgiving, they thought it wise to eat nearly one-hundred cookies that Mae and I lovingly made and had sitting across the counter tops.  This is not the first time this has happened.  Nor the second.  Nor third.  I was so angry when I woke up in the morning that I immediately drove to Tractor Supply Co., purchased fence, wire cutters, wire, cement mix, fence posts and a post driver and worked my butt off all the long weekend.  Oddly enough, they seem quite happy out there...except when a bunny hops by just out of their reach.

And me, well, I already told you that I'm doing just swell.  I have some pretty big surprises in store for Christmas this year.  As for Kenny's big super-secret surprise that I posted about a while back...well, the kids told him what it was.  I was a little bummed when Kenny told me that they'd spilled the secret until he said, "It'll be nice to have a push mower to get to the places the rider can't reach."  One:  that's a total lie. There's no place in our yard where the rider doesn't reach that a push mower could get to.  And two:  I didn't get him a mower.  What brilliant children I have!!  Kenny wouldn't quit hounding them about what I got him, so they totally lied and it completely threw him off. 

That's it for now.  Twenty short days until Christmas and I will be ba-humbuggin' if we don't get some snow soon!