Slow day here at Chateau McRaine. Littlenose is settling back into our daily routine. Right now she is whining at me over the monitor. Loosely translated, the message is:

"Hello! You there! Come and get me! I think it has been made abundantly obvious that I am meant to nap in the arms of a nice older woman! Wait until the one you call 'Grandma' hears about this!
Your head will roooooooooooooooolllllllllllllllllllllllllll!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

It's nice to be home.

Merry Chrisrainemas!

One Christmas down, one to go. So far, Tally and Santa are getting along like a house on fire. She has been incredibly spoiled by the McQueens, and is soon to have the same treatment from the Raines, I'm sure. She loved all the attention and constant cuddles, but did NOT enjoy how Mommy strayed from her everyday diet - Santa should have left some tummy drops in her stocking! He did, however, leave everything she needs to start on some foods besides breastmilk in January. So, soon I will be able to eat whatever I want without being rewarded with a screamy baby - lock up yer fridges!!!!

Even Bert and Ernie escaped the daily December threat of coal in their stocking! Here they are, happy as little clams with their new toys. (Of course, they would be just as happy with one of Raine's dirty socks or sniffing each other's butts, but hey, it's Christmas.)

Happy Holidays, everyone!

BFFs

A couple of weeks ago I was talking to my Mom on the phone, telling her the latest funny baby Tally story, and she laughed and said "Isn't that sweet? She'll be your best friend for the rest of your days!!" This made me think 2 things:

1. It must be true, or my Mom wouldn't say it. The lady used to be a nun, she don't tell no lies, yo.

2. That must be how my Mom feels about me. Sweet! Take that, older brother! I'm totally Mom's BFF. And I'm now Tally's BFF. Two BFFs! Everything's coming up McRaine!

Here is a picture of me breaking the news to Tally that we will be best friends the rest of my days. It took her a few months to warm up to the idea.

Silent Night......... yeah, right

Ah, the holidays are upon us. Those of you who know my husband know that this means for the next month the Peanut and I will be serenaded by him, singing all the hits: "Oh Chris Raine's Tree," "Here Comes Treeny Clause," and of course, any and all topics he can fit into "Auld Lang Syne," such as:

"Should Daddy change your bum, stinky girl

Or is it Mommy's turn?

You stink, you stink, you stink, you stink,

It's a good thing you're so cuuuuuuuuuuuuute!"

Merry Chris Raine-mas, everyone.