He started taking steps on Sat. the 4th and now he just takes off.
And you might want to turn down your sound a bit cause I scream kinda loud.
...we have a tree that needs to be immortalized because it's the worst looking one yet...
It came out of the box with only a third of it's pre-lit lights still working. After mistakenly buying lights on a white string and exchanging them for green, I covered up the bare spots. Then I plugged in the star, which also seemed to have died over the summer.
We let the kids decorate as usual and I warned them to put the ornaments high out of Max's reach. But somehow over the past week Max has managed to ravage our tree, perhaps with the help of an accomplice. I try not to kill myself as I trip over ornaments strewn all over the house and try not to care as I pass by our less than picturesque tree.
I'm sure one day this picture will be more funny than sad.
....my soul sister came into town, supposedly for some kid named David Archuleta, but I know it was really for me...
I've always been the kind of person that just needs a friend. Not a million trillion friends, just a friend. And throughout my life I have been lucky enough to always find that friend. Apparently I am going through some sort of hiatus right now, but that's what moms are for, right? They have to be your friend.
When my Val moved away, I felt like I lost my right arm. It was actually the first time in my remembrance, of being the movee instead of the mover. And it stunk. And thank goodness for new friends who restored my limbs.
But no matter the time or space that separates us, Val and I pick up as if we'd never been apart. And that is a lucky, lucky thing.
...Santa came early and brought me this lovely thing...
A lawyers bookcase to hold my fabric.So now, when I pass through the foyer, if I hold my head at just the right angle and avert my eyes, I can completely avoid seeing the tree and see this instead, which brings a lot more Christmas cheer at the moment.
3 comments:
Yay for Max! And I sort of love your tree.
Yay Max(i)! And I think the Christmas tree thing is something we learned from Mom. She made gorgeous trees for most of our lives and now I think that is what we expect to have. Instead we need to remember the kid trees from our youth...your extreme youth! They were probably more hit or miss like the trees our children make for us:)
PS I want the walking video tour of your house. Or a plane ticket:)
Go Max! I'm a bit jealous of your Christmas with little kids.
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