broken, rotten baby jesus

On Saturday, brother Dan and I went to the warehouse where my Christmas stuff was being stored. I found a sack of my Christmas decorations had gotten completely rotten with mildew. Eww Gross. My nativity scene was destroyed. The entire holy family was covered in mold and baby Jesus's hand was broken off. Everything smelled so gross. I guess it was my fault for keeping my decorations in a "sack", anyway.

It was in this clear plastic bag and seemed almost like art. It was like seeing and smelling a representation of what consumerism has done to the holiday.

The baby shower went well. Everything was a little over-the-top. That's the way we throw parties, I guess. I spent the entire weekend cooking, moving furniture and renting folding chairs. It was really nice to be at my brother's house and learn simple things like where they keep their ziplock bags. It somehow made me feel closer to him than I have been in years.

His wife T is pregnant with twins. Wyatt and Gabriel (or Gabe, specifically) I expect them to be adorable and wear little cowboy boots when they're born.

I think I really like being an aunt.