I used to be that girl. The smart one. The not-dumb one. Right up to this morning, I think. Then I was looking over (stalking) Facebook on my phone. Because why not? And I saw this link. For Costco cards. (I know. You’re already shaking your head. As you should be.) and this link was...
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Monthly Archives: December 2011Some people think and some people plan and some people execute. And you can get a lot of things done that way. Like putting gas in the car or crossing off a list of Things to Do. But somehow, when the thing you want to accomplish is Bigger than You, is full of life and...  We’re in it deep here, friends. The Christmas cheer, I mean. An overload of presents, treats, menu plans, and giddiness. Yesterday was the Kids’ first day off school, and we spent it all together. Library, grocery store, bank [1], baking, eating dinner, Sleepless in Seattle, Chex mix… it doesn’t get a whole lot better than... This is the post from one year ago today: We’re not actually pagans at our house. (Surprised?) In fact, we think ourselves rather committed to all things Godly. But today, on this Winter Solstice, we have a little bit of a heathen celebration. Every year. Because, you know, this is an important day. It’s the... (Did I sound like my Grandma to you? Just checking.) I’ve never had braces. My teeth are straightish on their own. I’ve never been to Europe, yet somehow The Continent keeps running without me. I’ve never taken voice lessons. I’ve never ruined an entire load of white laundry by including a red sock or towel....  Okay. so you’re not so little. Eight. Really? Oh, yes. Really. And I never want you to forget that I tried to surprise you with the Angry Birds cupcakes, but you saw the file hidden on the computer, and you gasped and you grinned and you hollered, “ILoveYouMommyILoveYouMommyILoveYouMommy” just like on Kid History. (I did.... Remember how I love the fact that I’m a stay-home kind of Mom? And that I have all manner of time to do whatever I feel like doing, such as baking things, and writing things, and planning things, and wrapping things, and writing some more things, and reading things, and napping and stuff? Remember? I... I’m not actually singing. But I am at a little Messiah Sing-in where Kid 2 is rocking the first violin. And I’m totally paying attention. I am. As much as I possibly can. I was supposed to be singing, too — just in the choir, but I woke up grumpy this morning. So I bailed.... |