Jim and I decided that instead of me spending Christmas with the girls exclusively this year, we are all (yes, me, Jim, and the girls) going to spend the night at his mom's house on Christmas Eve. He sent me this article he read online the other day - you know, as if to seal the "we're really not that disfunctional" mantra.

I don't really mind so much, spending the holiday with him. He's good with all the putting together of the Christmas stuff -and, the girls love it. After all this time, when you ask the girls to tell you about their "family," or ask them to "draw a picture of your family," they are always drawing the four of us. Jordin once told a friend at school that her mom and dad were "best friends," which I thought was sweet, considering what some kids of divorced parents must say. I don't know about "best friends," but we try hard for the girls to maintain some sort of peaceable experience for their sake.

I hear these awful stories of divorce all the time - and even remember that shortly after Jordin was born, when Jim and I were married, he was actually "concerned" about his parents being in the same room together when coming to see her. I never want the girls to think of us that way. So, Jim sent me an article about divorced families spending the holidays together - you know, the attorney in him (God Bless him) had to provide the "supporting documents" to justify our activities together.... oh well... can't say that I blame him there. I'll keep you posted.