I was going to...

I was going to blog about one morning last week. About how Molly moved from room to room making a mess. About how first she took all the pillows and cushions off the couch so that she could jump on the couch. About when she was done with that she moved into our bedroom and tore the bedspread, pillows, and all the sheets off the bed. How she made a bed for herself on the floor and pretended to sleep-sound effects (snoring) and all. About when she was done with that she went into her room and got out all her shoes and socks and tried on different combinations. How she did all of this while only wearing a diaper.

And I was going to blog about how I didn't even care because she was having fun entertaining herself and I got a lot of things done around the house.

Yup, I was going to blog about that.

I was also going to blog about Molly's excitement for Christmas. About her very own Christmas tree that is in her room and that she got to help decorate. About the garland we made out of Apple Jacks and about how she kept eating the cereal off the string. About how proud she is of that tree.

I was going to blog about that.

I was going to blog about our humble tree that we cut down in Idaho. About how I strung the lights and did a really good job! About how there are already presents under the tree. That the first present under the tree was for Justin's brother, Brett.

I was going to blog about that.

I was going to blog about Molly's hate-then-love relationship with Santa Claus. About how every time we saw him in the mall or wherever, she never wanted to sit on his lap. About that day last week when we were eating at Chick-Fil-A in the mall and Santa sat down at the table next to us. About how Molly was fascinated that Santa was eating. About how she completely stopped eating as soon as he sat down and just stared at him and made a comment on his clothes, his glasses, the fact that he was hungry.

I was going to blog about the fact that after we saw Santa eating, Molly all-of-a-sudden loved him. About our Primary party on Saturday morning when Santa came. About how Molly was so brave and walked up to him all by herself and sat on his lap for a full 2 minutes! About how cute she was and about the conversation she had with Santa:

Santa: Do you know my name?
Molly: Yes.
Santa: What is it?
Molly: I don't know.

I was going to blog about the excitement on Molly's face when Santa gave her a candy cane.

I was going to blog about that.

I was going to blog about how awesome our front porch looks with all the lights and the garland wrapped around the posts. About how Molly calls garland "broccoli."

I was going to blog about that too.

But now I can't because I LOST THE CAMERA!!! Which means I lost all of the wonderful pictures I took of the afore-mentioned blog-worthy events. Yesterday was a sad day for me. I use my camera almost everday (yes, probably a little too much). I guess we are now in the market for a new camera...

(The day did get better. I did what every girl does to make them feel better-I made a batch of brownies. Then I snuggled down with my family and watched Polar Express followed by the Christmas Devotional-with my brownies and hot chocolate, of course!)