Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
Friday, December 18, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Step two: when all three of your Christmas greetings have arrived, find somewhere to clip them up with newly-festive clothespins (like on the blinds if you don't have any cumbersome valances in the way). Voila!
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
We now have another little person around here.
Sometimes when I think about holding Afton-the-newborn-baby I have just the slightest twinge of missing that feeling. But mostly I just feel so happy from watching her grow and learn and change every day.
Last Christmas was extra sweet because we had a fresh new baby to love. This year will be even sweeter because we have one more full-participant in on the fun.
Last Sunday night we went over to the Sextons to celebrate Afton's birthday along with Trey, who hit 17 last week. (How's that for growing up way too fast?)
Friday, December 11, 2009
Then I took a deep breath.
Then I chastised myself for playing the martyr because I had to do something that took me 10 minutes.
Then I told them about how in the olden days people had to cut off the heads and feet and pull out the guts and feathers themselves and I was very grateful we live in the day of grocery stores and that it wasn't really a big deal.
But seriously, I bet our progenitors did not cram the neck back into their turkeys.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Here is the deck around 4pm. Snow is a fickle mistress indeed.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Now I know why owls are so trendy...they are super-easy to make.
On the left is the rough draft (which is now being fought over for ownership here at home).
On the right is the final copy which was gifted to Olivia.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Josh's finger is fine: Josh was coming down the back steps this past Monday when I heard him start screaming. Josh is a dramatic kid, he screams a lot. For one half of a second I did not pay any attention to the sound. The next half second it registered that this was one of those more intense, panicked screams. I ran to him to find that he somehow got his pinky finger stuck in the cord to the blinds that are right at the top of the stairs as he was coming down. He was sort of reclined on the steps with his arm stretched up to the cord, his pinky tightly bound. I imagined that he must have been going full force (as is his Joshee way) starting to come down the stairs when he was pulled up short by his ensnarement. He ended up with a little bit of a tear/cut and some swelling, but no permanent damage. Totally fine by the next day, and all in all really not that bad. But at the time it happened my mind instantly filled with every story I've ever heard about people who've lost fingers through freak accidents (mostly involving wedding rings: caught in machinery, caught on the rope you hold while skiing, caught on the basketball goal during a dunk, etc). I spent the rest of the evening wondering what I would have done if his finger had been ripped off (which I realize wasn't going to happen, but it could happen to someone someday, right?). Call 911 or head straight to hospital? Which hospital? Traffic? Why don't we live closer to a hospital?? Take all the kids or leave Emma in charge and call someone to go to the house while I'm driving? These are the worries that keep me up at night.
Lydia and Afton: are starting to play together. I love it. I can't wait for them to realize they're going to be best friends.