Cowboy Boots and Tutus

I hope you all had a good Christmas.  Apparently I'm still trying to recuperate since I just slept 'til 10:30.  Dracen is still sleeping and Devin left yesterday morning on a youth retreat and won't return until sometime tomorrow. 

Dracen, unbeknownst to us, set his alarm clock on Christmas Eve for 4:30 a.m. but was sleeping so hard that it woke us up before it did him. Charlie sprang from the bed to see what was the matter and to shut down the obnoxious blaring and was coming back to bed...


But I, of course, couldn't leave it alone since the worry wart in me was kicked into overdrive and I just had to go check to make sure he was still breathing since he clearly was not fazed by the ruckus. So I followed suit by springing from the bed and dashing across the hall where I blew past Charlie and flung my hand toward the sleeping boy's forehead and he stirred which meant he was indeed still breathing so I was relieved but also realized that...Oh crap!  I'd done it now!  


We tried to tiptoe back to bed in hopes that he would go back to sleep but no longer had we nestled back in to complete our long winter's nap when we heard the feet hit the floor.  He was up and he was headed to his brother's room to wake him up too.  I think I had had about two hours of sleep at this point but I got up to join them in the dead of dark as they checked out their Christmas loot.  


Charlie soon followed.  Devin was the first to go back to bed followed by Charlie, me and  Li'l Bit.  Dracen was not having any part of going back to bed so he and Brisco Darling settled in on the couch with the remote. He was in it for the long haul because he didn't finally settle down until nearly midnight on Christmas Day.    


Yesterday it was just the two of us here since Devin had left for his trip and Charlie had gone back to work and somehow the t.v. ended up on a marathon of that show about extreme couponing which was stressing me out immensely so I suggested we go to a movie later, perhaps The Adventures of Tintin. We watched the trailer and I thought he'd be all over seeing it but he insisted we watch the trailer of the Chipmunks movie and he was sold.  


"But...but...this one is about a boy and his dog and...and, pirate ships! Hadn't you rather see it?"   

His response was, "I like bright movies."  


And how could I argue with that?  Alvin and the Chipwrecked Chipmunks it would be.  


After Charlie got home, I told Dracen to go take a shower and get ready for the movie.  He wore jeans, his new cowboys boots that Santa came through on, his new flannel shirt and was packing his survival tool and new iPod touch (that Santa also came through on) in his pockets.  But one very important thing was missing...that pocket watch Santa brought (that Santa is a mighty good man).  He had left it at his Momaw and Popaw's house the day before and informed me that we just had to go get it before the movie.  


Of course we obliged because duh, everyone knows a  cowboy boot wearing man must have a good pocket watch in order to go see a very bright film about singing chipmunks...  


Everyone also knows that every good little Dachshund needs her very own dress complete with a pink tutu.  Thanks, Santa!  I know that one was for me. ;)