Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Door of Love.
Who'd of thought that a cluttered, messy door could bring such joy?
I'm feelin' it, alright.
I love Christmas cards (interspersed with kids' homeade Christmas projects).
I love seeing pictures of the people I love.
In my opinion, a Christmas card isn't worth sending without a picture.
That being said, I still--emphatically--love those who send Christmas cards without pictures.
Like my grandma,
and even my own mother.
We have two more things left to do to feel completely full of the Christmas spirit.
And two days to do them.
Gingerbread houses and Christmas goodies.
Peanut butter cups, nougat (dipped in chocolate), and white chocolate-covered pretzels, are our traditional fare.
I strategically planned when said activities would occur so as to have Ben's help.
Many hands make light work, right?
Helping my four sweet children put roofs on their houses sounds like disaster to me.
We need our structural engineer, aka Dad, to consult.
He IS a professional.
And besides, he loves doing these things.
He totally gets in the zone when it comes to tradition.
You should see him when it's time to make homeade jam and salsa.
I don't know about you, but I'm starting to get really excited . . .
p.s. I totally lied (unintentionally) about Annie's age in our Christmas letter. Heh. She's 3 1/2, not 4 1/2. And the "Best Mom" award goes to . . .
at 10:15 PM