Wouldn't hurt a fly me to the moon

Georgia

 It's the time of year for scarves. And hats. And mittens. And boots. Wooly coats. Long underwear if you got 'em. Why do we live in this crazy state, again? It's also time for fun stuff -- like Advent candles at the supper table, Christmas tree lights and annual holiday picture and letter exchanges. Keep 'em coming, friends! As the resident four-year-old, it's my job to monitor the mailbox this month for tidings of great joy. (And, watch for ours in the coming week or so. We promise to hit the snail mail prior to Christmas this year.)

It's usual times around the Corrigan Conrad abode. I'm hittin' the preschool scene about three times per week, Sam's making up stories of himself in Kindergarten, and Georgia is declaring her dirty diapers as they happen. Mom and Dad are hoping for no-kids-in-diapers about six months ahead of schedule. We'll see how that pans out.

In other news, our local parish is puttin' on the ritz again this year -- with a living Nativity scene next weekend. Today, Mom grabbed a flier, sorted out the calendar, and signed the three of us up to be angels. Pretty sure Georgia will pull this off without a hitch. Sam and I ... well, it's gonna be cold. Good thing we're able to sport the all-winter gear mentioned in the opening paragraph. As long as the sun gods declare it warm enough to be outside, you can count on a few Conrad angels shootin' the breeze with a small baby, a Mary, a Joseph, a few shepherds and some real, live animals. Game on.

Today, we returned from our sometimes-weekly excursion to Jesus' house, Living Nativity flier in hand, 

Sam, Ken: Our flier

when Sam announced, "Mom, why is that flier not flying?" An excellent question, good sir! If named a flier, one's primary job is to fly, is it not? You should SEE the way this flier flies! Mom applied her elementary knowledge of paper fliers; Dad completed the design with his fantastic knowledge of random things. And, zoom! This flier is the newest occupier of our play time, our conversations, and our reasons for running the length of the house. Sub-zero temperatures outside -- no matter! We have a flier. And a good one, at that.

Hope this note find you smiling, with enough imagination to see the extra in your ordinary, and set your pre-Christmas spirit a flight.

Until next time,
Ken