December 23rd makes me remember when I was a little girl.
It makes me treasure what I have, being a mom of little kids making memories.
When I was little, my dad would tell me the same stories every year. That dude should write a book of all his crazy stories...I still don't really know which ones were true and which weren't...
so we had a conference call with Grandpa Bill to hear the story about chasing down Santa Claus and accidentally making him fall over...
Everyone is smiling, secreting, can't wait to see what their stocking will have in them Christmas morning. We're all eating badly...sneaking cookies. (I'm sneakily eating Mexican tea cookies before my kids wake up...)
I was balancing my checkbook in the computer yesterday. It was raining, so I thought the little *rustlerustlerustle* (ever so faintly, mind you) was just the rain.
It was a little Christmas elf-person, sneaking Puppy Chow...covered in powdered sugar.
We had a torrential downpour last night with thunder and lightning.
It's December for heck's sake!
I'm used to blizzards, not thunderstorms...
We made these collage thingies yesterday.
I love how they turned out.
Sophia decided they should stay out all winter, because they are wintery.
I agree completely.
Noah's: (he totally gets the whole depth perception thing. I love that)
So here we go, it's Christmas!
Here's our card. Greetings to you and yours.
I'm going to love love love on my babies this weekend. Soak up all the magic there is to be had. I'm ready. I'm excited.
Merry Christmas, y'all.