Twinkle twinkle little star of wonder, star of night

 We celebrated Halloween in style. Sam turned one. Dad made cake. We donned a couple of pretty sweet Seuss costumes, and by house number three, it clicked. I push the bell, mumble and smile, and watch the sweet goodness of artificial flavors pile into my candy bucket. Seriously. Life gets no sweeter.
Apologies for the temporary blog hiatus. Mom's cookin' another bun, and her bedtime over the last few months has matched my own. That's right, readers: July 2012 promises baby number three. While Sam and I really have no idea what that means (nor do we comprehend the potential for a massive overhaul of our daily routines), Mom and Dad seem to know what they're doing. I'll go with it.

December's been interesting. I'll remain fairly nonchalant in reporting that my urinary victory (see previous blog post) has been short-lived.  I battled a cold in November, and some random stomach virus through the first week of December. I mean, a guy can only focus on so many bodily happenings at once. My New Year's resolution: undies by February. I'll keep you posted.
On a more positive note, I hung out with Mary Kate, Nora and Greta a few times this month. I'll keep this cousin thing, I tell you what. Those girls know how to host a play date. One afternoon, we hung out with the hair accessories, and Nora immediately equipped me with a hair tie that read HOTTIE. I sported this esteem-booster around my wrist for a solid three weeks. I'm just sayin'.

Thanksgiving and Christmas! Who knew? We hung in Omaha for Turkey Day weekend - so great to see Grandma and Grandpa Corrigan, a bunch of aunts and uncles and almost all of my 16 cousins on that side. Grandma, your food ranks supreme; I had a blast with all of your books and toys! We shopped for a Christmas tree on the coldest day in December. (Actually, after five minutes, Mom brought us back to the trusty family Buick whilst Dad finished the tree-choosing task.) I opened all the doors on our Advent calendar, smiled like a hottie for our Christmas picture, and thoroughly enjoyed Christmas weekend with Grandma and Grandpa Conrad and family. Cool toys, delicious food, fun family, and a candle-lit church service with a multilingual tune of Silent Night. From Thanksgiving to Christmas, I may have found something sweeter than Halloween.
In other, non-holiday news, Sam's singing these days. His favorite song is "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star." Lately, I've taken to starting the tune, and I let him fill in the last word of each phrase. You know, I'll sing, "Twinkle, twinkle, little," and then Sam says, "star." You get the idea. I'll admit: It's cute. He's pretty alright at keeping a tune; Mom thinks he'll be the singer in the family. I'm okay with that.

We're ringing in the new year with a group of out-of-towners - can't wait to see them all. Best jet; Sam's attempting to scale the computer desk. I've promised him the next turn at this blogging business. I'm fairly confident he'll etch his thoughts shortly after the new year; for lately, he's got a lot to say. 


Peace out, and happy new year! 
Ken