Jack is here! We are happy Jack is here. We missed Jack.

Jack has been over for dinner the last two nights. After dinner, and after the boys are tucked in bed, Jack and Stephen break out the guitar and sing at the top of their lungs. It is joyous. It actually is joyous, just in a loud way. And I might be a bit jealous of their singing because I can't join in--or I won't join in. I am tone deaf and people (my family) doesn't hesitate to remind me of that. So I just don't sing unless I am alone in the car.

Anyway, it was my opinion on Monday night that the singing might be keeping the boys up. They were restless. They couldn't settle down. I could hear them playing around, which is totally against the bunk bed rules these days! But before rushing into their room to put my big mom foot down (I had already put my big wife, sister, ruler of this house foot down and the volume had been lowered, slightly), I put my book down and tried to listen to what those boys were really shouting about.

jingle bells, jingle bells, it is fun to ride in a sleigh, HAY

jingle bells, jingle bells, it is fun to ride in a sleigh, HAY

(lots of emphasis on the HAY)

Well, obviously there was no trouble to shut down. Instead, I listened to joyous voices of my babies singing Christmas carols at the top of their lungs! Music to my ears--for real.