December 9, 2012
Gingerbread house, it’s what’s for breakfast.
December 8, 2012
I always thought setting up a fake Christmas tree would be easy. Take it out of the box, snap it together, and you’re good. I don’t know, maybe my family is assembly challenged, but, except for 2010, we can not get the entire tree to light up.
The tree is up now. 90% lit. That’s as good as it’s going to get. And I’m okay with that.
December 7, 2012
December 5, 2012
Day Four: The Edge of Childhood
December 4, 2012
They are at that cusp falling over into adulthood. Almost 17 and just turned 18. They think they know everything. I resist the urge to say, “when I was your age…” They will figure out soon enough how very little they know. That’s part of growing up, right?
These babies of mine are so different. So competitive.
The one thing they share is their love of music and guitar playing. They effortlessly pass the guitar back and forth between them. Taking turns asking for the others opinion. I resist the urge to run in the room screaming, “Finally! You are sharing! Hell hath frozen over!”
But I hang back, out of the room and take a photo without them noticing. I don’t want to spoil the moment.
I sit in an adjoining room, enjoying the music as Miles reads aloud to me. The moments are fleeting. You have to enjoy them now.
December 3, 2012
She sits and surveys her kingdom.
I love this puppy. I have never been an animal person. I never had a real pet growing up. I had fish and sea monkeys, but I don’t think those count.
But now I get it. And I am turning into one of those crazy pet owners who treat their animals like they are human children. And buy them toys. And treats. And talk to them in baby voices. What? Don’t judge me.
I don’t call her my fur baby. Yet.
I did contemplate sending out Christmas cards this year for the sole purpose of sending out a photo of my adorable puppy. My children don’t cooperate any more.
December 2, 2012
This morning began with me bolting upright in bed at the crack of dawn remembering that I had not moved the damn Elf. Only the second day! I can’t fail yet. So I quietly got out of bed and tiptoed through the house and moved the Elf. Moments later my daughter woke up. I forgot how annoying she was last year forcing herself to wake up early so she could be the first to find the Elf. But this morning it all came flooding back. Way too early. And with no coffee.
We are building memories with these holiday traditions, dammit! And one of them is me yelling, ‘Why the hell are you up so early?’ for the month of December. I feel certain it is a tradition they will want to pass down to their own children.
He loaded up on his carbs on the way to the field. Wore the same clothes (washed, of course) and did the same “lucky” pre-game rituals.
The thrill of victory: yesterday my son’s football team won their first game 25-0. It was a great game. It is a single elimination tournament with teams from all over the country competing for a national championship title.
The agony of defeat: today my son’s football team lost 18-0. It was still a great game. This was the end of the road for them.
Any given day. And today wasn’t theirs.
On the bright side, at least we don’t have to travel to Missouri this week. No offense Missouri dwellers, but I checked the weather and it’s cold there!
December 1, 2012
And on the first day of Christmas Santa came by on a firetruck and threw candy to all the children.
And the Elf on the Shelf returned.
Yes, he is sitting on top of Halloween decorations that are still out. I like to think it adds a little something special to the holiday decor. Our baby Jesus shuns the stable. He prefers a haunted house.
This Is Why
October 11, 2012
I can’t have nice things.
Miles and the puppy run through the house and over all the furniture every night. Whenever I think about purchasing new furniture I remind myself that new furniture would require that I care if people and dogs ran on it. And frankly, I have way too many other things to care about.
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