She spend a good half hour watching me wrap from her perch on the bed.
The curling ribbon caused her to travel to the ground floor. Princess Leia was intrigued and ready to “help”.
Her eyes, full of potential action, gave me warning.
The wrapping paper sufficiently wrinkled and poked full of holes, she left without a backward glance.
Our hallway, courtesy of Carter and his crafting.
Duck, swerve left then a quick right, then back to the left again.
It is festive by day but hazardous by night (think – paper cut to the face and multiple eye stabbings). I pity the poor person who tries to navigate this in the dark.
Carter has apparently taken his Christmas crafting to others houses in our neighborhood. I was told by our next door neighbors that he strung up some strands of snowflakes, ten-year-old-boy-height across their living room while there helping bake Christmas goodies. They say they love it even thought they admitted to having to duck much more than before.
Even with all the potential for clothes-lining and other possible injuries, it makes me rather happy to hear about him spreading his holiday festivities to others.
As I wandered through the kitchen, bags under my eyes, wearing my old, tattered, flannel pajamas and my new cozy, purple llama socks, a dog food dish in my hand, I heard Cody ask Husband what the word sexy meant.
I heard Husband stumble over his words, but finally land on “something that has sex appeal.”
I thought to myself that he simply could have said “your mamma.”
I was the only member of Casa de Shoes on the Wrong Feet that wore long pants and a sweater as we walked around our local nursery searching for the perfect Christmas tree. It was sunny and in the high sixties.
The best (we could do).
Hot chocolate was consumed, cookies were nibbled, a tree was decided upon and loaded up on the top of our car. Carter even talked to Santa and Mrs. Claus, telling them he really wanted his mamma’s banana bread and a semi-automatic Nerf gun for Christmas. (He will get one of these two; can you guess which one?)
Carter, always one to find an excuse to get out of doing what he considers an unpleasant task, did not disappoint when told he had to go jacket shopping with me this morning.
me: Come on boys, we really need to get you some warm jackets! I bribed them with a trip to Einstein Bagels, just to sweeten the deal.
Cody let out a loud sound- something between a moan and a groan – and wandered off to put on his shoes and swipe a brush once or twice through his unruly hair.
Carter went for the more academic approach.
Carter: But mom, we won’t need jackets soon with all the global warming in the world. Places like Arizona will continue to get hotter and hotter. No one who lives here will need a jacket this year!
Let’s hope jackets don’t become obsolete that quickly. Or ever.
Yesterday, to get into the holiday spirit, we went on a walking tour of a Christmas lights display. Along the way, some group selfies were taken.
Where did Carter get a clothespin?
We have never been the most photogenic of families, but that does not stop us from having fun with it and getting our smile on. Or whatever.
On the first day of December my true love gave to me…
This year, we bought the boys Star Wars Lego advent calendars. This morning they were excited to open the first door and piece together the mini Lego creation, a Landspeeder.
It looks like it will be a Death Star kind of Christmas this year.
Twenty-three more doors left to open.
After my shower this morning, I discovered that I, too had an advent calendar of sorts.
The gift that keeps on giving.
It only has one door, but there are six hundred twenty-four more days of giving in my calendar.
I’ll take a slice, but hold the Tin, please.
Carter’s science project on the element, Tin (Sn).
my crisper drawer has not been this clean since I don’t remember when.