Da-poo

Tonight at dinner my 2 year old decided to serenade us with her alphabet...
my personal favorite letter of Sophie's is her "Da-poo"...

lunch.

today i had lunch with my hubbie and my girls. what a treat! there's something to be said for having that kind of mid-workday reunion with the ones you love.

{i highly recommend you try it if you ever get the chance.}

its the little things

so yes, first thing's first. i'm evidently on some sort of a blogging kick today. that's what happens when you let several days slip by between entries. sue me.





on sunday i was at home making cupcakes for emma's big party at pre-school when i came across a recipe for an awesome sounding peanut butter chocolate cake. if there is one thing i can't get enough of, it's peanut butter and chocolate ANYTHING. i put the recipe next to my computer so i would remember to get the ingredients at some point in the near future {which is where i also conveniently store any coupons and shopping lists i put together}.



fast forward to yesterday. it got dark early yesterday. i would say headlights were required by 3:45pm. for safety, at least. i left work that night just drained. absolutely drained. not only do i have to sit and work during the day, i'm so excited about the holidays {visitors, decorations, meals, trips, gifts, parties, etc} that i also sit here and think about everything that i still need to get done prior to the week before christmas {when aforementioned guests arrive}. so i was mentally drained. kaputz.


i got home and was so excited to see dinner was 2 minutes from being done, the kids were all happy to see me, and something interesting sat on my kitchen counter. it was UFO-ish. kind of big. kind of foily. it was odd shaped, to say the least. so i asked chris, "what, pray tell, lay under that foil?"



say it with me people...

peanut butter chocolate cake

that's what.

it's the little things that make the difference. it helped me decide i had the energy to get this accomplished last night....

*sigh* i love the holidays.

pics of a princess...or two

my {sick} little princesses

emma's class singing *happy birthday*

me behind the lens *sobbing*



emma and ms martin

emma and miss annunzi (and her *twin*)

it's a girl thang

a bit behind schedule

So usually my Christmas tree is up the weekend after Thanksgiving. And usually my Christmas cards go out the Monday after the weekend that my Christmas tree goes up. So if I was to actually get a second to look at my schedule I would clearly see I am a bit behind schedule. That is something I don’t dig being. I don’t dig being late and I don’t dig going out of the house without something on my lips. They’re just two of my things.

Last night I caught wind of a mood. A good mood. A mood full of Christmas spirit. Can you believe that? Polar Express was on the tube and the music {that beautiful music} put me over the top.

{It’s Christmas time.}

Thanksgiving was busy for us this year. The actual big T-Day was spent at my mom’s. The next day I went Black Friday shopping, followed by immediately heading up to my in-law’s for the next two days. On Sunday I had my 1 year old niece and my 2 year old nephew all day so their parents could attend a Redskins game. And mind you, through this entire 4 day period I had 2 very sick little girls.

{It may have been “Tree” time, but I was significantly without the time to make it happen.}

So last night it happened. I got it done. I got the furniture rearranged, the tree up, the stockings hung. It was a new tree (one of the pre-lit skinnier type) and I wasn’t sure which ornaments to use. You see… we used to have an oversized (as in FAT) tree that took up half of our very tiny living space. So with that tree, I had to use TONS of ornaments.

How would I choose this year?

You know how you choose?

It’s called… racing against the hands of three excited kids. You kind of … don’t get to choose. You kind of … take what you get. It’s kind of….chosen for you.

I love my tree and I love the warmth it brings to my home. We’ve got lots of love in there but the twinkly lights seem to amplify that love. Aren’t things better twinkly? My kids seem to think so. And I’m starting to believe that too.

Kids are pretty spot-on.

{well, except for when they put rubber snakes in your bed at night, or make you smell their stinky morning breath – because I’m not sure I see the good in either of those two things.}