I love gifting (though it must be thoughtful, personal) & I’ve got a round up of some of my fave things.
But first. You know, yesterday’s post was a little glum. And maybe I should do that more often because yesterday, the actual day, turned out to be rather idyllic. Joseph had to work late & didn’t get home until 7:30 & I didn’t leave the house other than to take the kids to school, pick up Hyrum from his after school Scrabble club, & chauffeur Amalia to her dance class. So nothing obviously extraordinary about this day. But, there were a few things that made it fabulous.
1) I took a long nap with Salem & woke up feeling like a million bucks. Sometimes a simple nap will do that.
2) I followed that up by making some of this. I did make a few substitutions–I halved the recipe & only...
At a recent get together, I had a conversation with a friend.
I voiced my anxiety about having a baby, adding another little body to our brood.
“Why? You already have four. What’s one more?”
I was taken a back. A bit flabbergasted.
“What’s one more?!” I thought, a bit defensively. “I’ll TELL you what’s one more.”
Then I thought, well, what is one more?
First off, it’s not like just throwing another potato in the pot.
It’s another human being.
It’s true, in many ways, more kids=less work, but there’s also the undeniable fact that each child has their own unique set of needs & wants that must be addressed individually.
A little person that will need to be fed, clothed, loved–and who, for the first years of it’s life will rely nearly 100% on me for all those needs to be me...
You know what I love during the Christmas season?
Candy cane milkshakes.
Also, I love how ambitious kids get.
Like, take a look at my 7 & 8 year old’s letter to Santa.
A Wii? An x-box? (I laughed out loud when I read that.)
I know for a fact they’ve never played an X-box before, it’s just something they’ve heard kids at school talk about. And I think they played the Wii once or twice at a cousin’s house.
2,000(!) red, blue & dark green long Lego pieces? 40 Lego goblets, 20 Lego chickens, 30 Lego pics, 4 big Lego trolls? And the list goes on.
My boys know what they want & they’re not afraid to ask for it.
I remember writing letters to Santa as a kid & then never getting what I asked & being severely disappointed. Though now, as I parent I understand why “Santa” didn’t always deliver...