It's been a while.
Life has been too busy lately to stop and document it for posterity. I'll fill in the gaps at a later date.
We're in the thick of Christmas here. The tree is up, the stockings are hung (well, not Tessa's, because she doesn't have one yet. Poor, sad, second child.) The Christmas decorations seem to be spawning like bunnies. I used to be able to blame all the tschotkes (sp?) on my mother in law, who would send miniature dancing ice skater candle holders and the like, but this year I am entirely to blame for the hanging Santa advent calendar and the Happy Holidays welcome mat. Lucy dictated our outdoor holiday decor. I tried to steer her towards tasteful white lights, or maybe the kind of cool retro larger color lights. But she was having none of it.
"I want yellow and pink and red and green and purple and orange and red and pink lights," she announced last night, so off she went to Lowe's today with her father to pick out a sufficiently gaudy lighting scheme. Her father says he tried to steer her towards the larger ones that I like but she told him she wanted small ones. "Little ones, because I'm little." How could he resist such cuteness?
I'm not sure I'm completely buying that story, though. I think it maybe my Catholic husband's way of getting me back for telling her that on Christmas we celebrate the miracle of the oil lasting for 8 nights.
We're in the thick of Christmas here. The tree is up, the stockings are hung (well, not Tessa's, because she doesn't have one yet. Poor, sad, second child.) The Christmas decorations seem to be spawning like bunnies. I used to be able to blame all the tschotkes (sp?) on my mother in law, who would send miniature dancing ice skater candle holders and the like, but this year I am entirely to blame for the hanging Santa advent calendar and the Happy Holidays welcome mat. Lucy dictated our outdoor holiday decor. I tried to steer her towards tasteful white lights, or maybe the kind of cool retro larger color lights. But she was having none of it.
"I want yellow and pink and red and green and purple and orange and red and pink lights," she announced last night, so off she went to Lowe's today with her father to pick out a sufficiently gaudy lighting scheme. Her father says he tried to steer her towards the larger ones that I like but she told him she wanted small ones. "Little ones, because I'm little." How could he resist such cuteness?
I'm not sure I'm completely buying that story, though. I think it maybe my Catholic husband's way of getting me back for telling her that on Christmas we celebrate the miracle of the oil lasting for 8 nights.
You could really freak him out by putting dreidels and chocolate gelt in her stocking.