You know those days when your head just swims?
Hmm... 'tis the season, methinks!
I was just saying to my Aunt a few minutes ago that this time of year is so incredible...
It's amazing how ideas just start to pop and spark and flash and burst from all parts of us and everything around us...whizzz! Goes the everything.
All a poor girl can do is try to keep up.....
(er... and try her best to keep organized....)
Such is my life today.
We started with the magic of the advent calendar.
"Mom. I think today should be all about Decoration!" says Little Son. An omen, to be sure.
Decorated gifts, first.
I tried and tried to transfer some decent (traced) drawings onto puzzles... finally I had success.
Yes, yes. All things like this are being transferred over to olm.com. Hopefully we'll all be used to it, soon.
"Gotta decorate the tree!" say the babes.
--About that... a couple of years ago I waited just Too Dang Long to decorate the tree.... and we finally ended up hanging toys on it. Dinosaurs, Star Wars, stuffed animals, etc... and [shudder] we also put up Colored Lights!! In my livingroom!
What? You say. I know.
It's A Me Thing.
I'm sort of a Victorian, matchy matchy, white lights and beautiful bulbs (along with candycanes) kind of girl. I shuddered as an adult at my mother's homemade decorations and toys tree.
Ha! Turned out... (much as I shuddered at Glitter pre-babies) that I happen to like it, now.
I asked the children if they'd like our regular ornaments (let's face it - Mine) this year, or if they'd like toys, homemade decorations, gingerbread, and colored lights this year. They chose to decorate.
"And the village!"
"And I want icecream!" pipes in Little Madd.
What? Where were we?
Mama makes pretty decorative boxes
while Maddie decorates our lives... with beads.
For her birthday.
For Trevy's birthday.
For Soleil's birthday.
At least Soleil's birthday is this month and not in June.....
To the garage!
Which is also the chapter called In Which We Get The Front Yard Cleaned Of Toys.
(a little tiny woohoo! is shouted out here by the Mama.)
We're waiting for Daddy to get home,
longing to go window shopping at the toy store,
and dreaming up Gingerbread Men.
Life is beautiful.
And we'll see you tomorrow.