December 27, Untitled

December 26, Christmas Pumpkin

Wait…Christmas is over. And it’s not Halloween either.

I think I have a holiday hangover (metaphorically speaking, I’m still on meds). Thank goodness the next big holiday doesn’t happen until Cinco de Mayo.

December 25, 2009 Merry Christmas

From our house to yours.

Merry Christmas.

December 24, Christmas Angel

She just reminds me of one.

Merry Christmas.

Drumroll Please…

I’d like to apologize for this late giveaway winner announcement. There were circumstances that were not under my control.

So without further ado…the party shoe that I bought? Number 4. The others were beautiful but my no fun, pragmatic side took over. And the people who mentioned number 4 (Margie, Maureen and Ann) in their comments were entered into a drawing and the winner is…Ann. Congratulations Ann. I hope you like your ornament.

Let me just also editorialize, that it’s slightly disturbing how well my boss knows me. One day I’m going to shock everyone. Just wait and see.

I don’t have photos of the party because I didn’t go to the party. The only thing that would keep me from going to a party for which I had bought shoes for is not the blizzard of the decade and it’s not the fact that my date was stuck in Texas and couldn’t make it home because of that blizzard, it’s because I was slightly ill. Ill enough to go to the hospital.

But I’s al rite now. Ain’t nothin’.

I love this photo. I took it while at the hospital of the husband. There were a lot of other sick people there so I was put in the hallway. His expression says, “You sure know how to cause drama during the holidays don’t you?”

So the blizzard and my little hospital visit have put me slightly behind – alright – very behind in my Christmas preparations. But I in spite of the fact that this phrase is way over used, I’ll say it anyway.

“It is what it is.”

Two days left. But who’s counting? Merry Christmas!

December 23, Winter Dream

December 21, Winter Rose

The roses finally gave up their fight against winter weather. And it only took a blizzard to do it.

Four days left. Merry Christmas.

Work/Play

Last weekend’s storm left us all snowed in! This is why I had kids!

They got to play a little bit too:)

Posted on Mosaic Monday.

First Cut, First Shave

I love that Gayle at Planet M Files has this meme every week. It forces me to scan old photos, something that I probably wouldn’t do (though I should) if not for her.

This is the boy at around 9 or 10 months old. Gosh he was adorable. He had the most beautiful head of long curly hair. We knew the day was coming for the first hair cut, especially when every stranger would say, “What a cute girl you have.” And it didn’t matter how much blue he had on.

We wanted to wait until after his first birthday to do it. I don’t know why, we just knew that once we take the paramount, the unmitigated, the final-never-go-back step of giving him a hair cut, it would mark the end of that golden first year for us and for him.

And so it was. His first hair cut. In the bathtub. By the husband. On his 13th month on this earth, strangers finally started calling him a boy. I still have a lock of that curly beautiful baby hair.

And so this was the same postulate that we still operate. For some reason, we get very sentimental about “firsts” in this house.

The boy is now 15. He has never shaved. He has a small mustache and a tiny little bit of chin hair but it’s not enough to shave – or at least we didn’t so. Until last week when he was told by his wrestling coach in no uncertain terms that he was going to shave before the match.

And he was going to shave now.

The coach then had his wife run to the drug store to buy shaving cream and razors. The boy wouldn’t tell the coach that he’d never shaved before and he didn’t know how. I think there was a little bit of pride involved.

When we arrived at the meet, the boy was pacing up and down the hallway, agitated. He didn’t want to shave. He was being made to shave. Why did he have to shave?

The husband and I knew…here was another “moment.” So the husband and the boy went into the locker room and the boy had his first shaving lesson right there and then.

Anyway, he wouldn’t pose for me when he came back. There was a lot of drinking and a lot of looking away.

But finally he relented. Here he is…freshly shorn. My little boy! Now he’s a little man. And once again, mom is beside herself.

Posted on Gayle’s Monday Memories.

December 20, Journey

Our Christmas tree is adorned with many handmade ornaments by the girl…I treasure these above all the other glitter and gold.

“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.” 1 Corinthians 13:4

Church is canceled for the storm that started Friday night brought so much snow that no one can get out of their driveways. So I had to make up my own inspiration today. Have a beautiful Sunday. Only five days left. Merry Christmas!

Posted on Spiritual Sunday.

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