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,
mother-in-law,
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.
Watch out.
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 . . .
1 comment:
haha, I think that is rad that you said she was 4 1/2, so funny. Your letter was darling and a fun read by the way. I think we should write a book together. Seriously. I submitted one to Deseret Book a couple years ago. I was turned down, but I'm not giving up!
We braved the gingerbread house thing today...I could have used an engineer in my life. :) Good thing we had lots of frosting to get the roofs on!
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