I know today is St. Nicholas day, but I'm sure err'body's gonna lead with that , so I'm gonna throw y'all for a loop and come out of the gate (how many idioms or metaphors or whatever they ares can I use in one sentence?) with this high quality ipod photo of....
Paul and Cecilia, as far as I can tell, were the master and mistress of some sort of spa swimming pool hair salon. Many many soggy washcloths all over the bathroom are required for this game, of course.
Okay, here's something that really is wholesome.
here. The baking powder quantity made her nervous, so she only used 1 T and we had no nuts, so she skipped those.
Okay, now it's safe for me to share a St. Nick's thang, yes? HaleyfromCarrots (that's her new name) sent us this gorgeous book. We are smitten.
|The Legend of St. Nicholas|
Speaking of Haley, have you entered to win her new book, Feast? Hurry! The giveaway ends on monday, Monday, MONDAY.
Oh, I forgot to mention that on the Saturday after Thanksgiving we scurried out to pick up our tree. Choosing and cutting the tree down is the only way Paul and Cecilia remember getting Christmas trees, and they love it. Katie and Lizzy remember when we used to have to choose our tree from the half dried selection piled up in the parking lot of Lowe's, so they love it even more.
|yes, we sure did ride in that wagon. my kids are lucky.|
Anyway, we're trying something new with advent this year. Instead of having a special advent tree and then having a separate Christmas tree, I thought it would be nice (read: easy) to try and use the big tree AS the Jesse tree. So we put the tree up and the lights and garlands, but no ornaments and no star on top.
Every night after we do our reading, we put a Jesse tree ornament on the Christmas tree. Then on Christmas Eve, will put up ALL the decorations and top the tree with a sparkling golden star to the triumphant sounds of trumpets blaring and it will be GLORIOUS!
But probably not. So far I'm the only one who really thinks this is a great idea. People balk when you mess with their traditions, you know? They're used to decorating all at once and Mommy McChangerson is kind of messing with their little heads a bit. But whatever. I'm the boss. It'll be fine. They will survive!
Wow, these takes have been pretty dull, huh? I think I need a shower. The grease in my hair is interfering with the joke-telling section of my brain. Which should be code for "here comes something funny!" But it isn't. Surprise!
Instead I'll close with this, which was taken one week ago on the Friday after Thanksgiving, which makes me 12 weeks and 1 day in this shot. Nononono, you misheard. Not TWENTY weeks. Just TWELVE weeks.
Yeah. Clearly that was the last day of wearing normal shirts. Send the award for biggest first trimester belly right on over here folks!
(Today I'm 13 weeks and already bigger than that, but I like even numbers, so Imma do the belly on even weeks only, okey dokey?)
Forgive me for all that dullness. Go ye to Jen's!