Chloe made this decoration for our Thanksgiving window. I love how excited she gets for the holidays. And she writes her age on things because I always write her age on her art work for record keeping.
Christmas celebrations are in full swing. And the girls were ecstatic for our Elf to come back. I was less than enthused. I got myself into some trouble last week. Chloe is getting smart and read my facebook post about my true feelings about the elf. She said it hurt her feelings and was teary eyed when asking if it is true that I really moved the elf? And like any self respecting mother, I told her that I only meant I moved her when she had hidden in a place that was too difficult for them to find, phew. I have decided I am not the one that is going to ruin the magic. They will figure things out when they are ready, and I am fine if they still are believers by the time they are 18. Isn't that what every single Christmas movie ever made is about? How unbelievers become believers in Christmas magic? And I have seen plenty of Hallmark Christmas movies, and those characters are in their 30's so I think an 8 year old should go ahead and believe till their hearts content.
Last year, Chloe's school elf told them how to grow a candycane. So she instructed me this year to buy some marshmallows and peppermint patties, and if you tell the "seed" (peppermint patty) nice things, and do nice things for others, that the seed will grow into a candy cane. Unfortunately I wasn't aware that was the purpose in the supplies I bought, so the seed never grew into a candy cane. So Chloe wrote a note to her elf, asking for some clarification. Sugar wrote back and told us we must have just had a bad seed.
There was a story going around about a girl who had been badly burned in an arson fire, and she was the only survivor in her family. Her Christmas wish was to have enough Christmas cards to fill up her Christmas card stand. I have since read she has had letters from all over the world pouring in. That makes me so happy. I had the girls write some too. I thought they were really sweet.
I have discovered that Oscar really likes watching the NYC Rockettes. He was sick last week so I turned the Rockettes on, and he sat and watched it for an hour in the middle of the night. After it was over, he took his bottle happily, which he previously had refused, and went right to bed. I have put it on for him again, and once again he sits there glued to the t.v. I guess he appreciates a nice set of legs.
This past Friday I took the kids to the school movie night, all by myself because Don was in St. David working at the pecan orchard. Those orange cones separating the kids from the projector were no match for my Oscar. Thankfully a friend offered to keep an eye on the girls so I was able to leave early with Oscar.
The girls took my white tree and decorated it with rings and a star so their room could look festive.
This school assignment cracked me up because it is about why Chloe likes to go to target.
We were over at the Himstreets house a few weeks ago and along came these men who asked if we wanted to take a ride on their boat. Macie thought it was awesome, they let her drive the boat. These guys said they take the boat out every day, sometimes more. I think it is a booze cruise. It was really nice of them to let Macie drive.
A funny note I found from Chloe.
This is a map Chloe made when we went on our trip to Sedona. Macie made a map too.
A mask Chloe made for Halloween.
Chloe found this app on my phone that times you while you brush your teeth. She is pretty excited about it. And she made herself these instructional papers.
Chloe made us these ribbons one night. We had to pick a piece of paper out of a hat and whoever had the right number one a ribbon. She had to make a lot of ribbons so we all could go away with a ribbon. Macie was pretty ticked because she kept losing and it took a very long time for her to get a ribbon.
Oscar fell asleep at church a few weeks ago... Chloe is sitting in the middle of the hallway. He was really tired.
Other kid stories:
So a couple weeks ago Oscar pooped in the bathtub. I found him rubbing it between his fingers like he had just discovered gold. Unfortunately the bathtub wouldn't drain because we have plumbing issues (which by the way, we FINALLY fixed last week. We had to replace all the pipes from our house to the back fence because a root had grown through the pipes. Hopefully we won't have problems with flushing and draining anymore!) Anyway, you can imagine how delightful the cleanup was. And it took all day to drain, which left some really lovely sediment in the bottom of my tub. That same day Oscar also discovered how fun it was to fill a cup up of water from the fridge water dispenser, and then dump it various carpeted places in my house. He was really into dumping that day. I had previously told my Dad how hard Oscar is to keep up with. so he brought over a small pool and filled it up with sand thinking Oscar would enjoy sitting in a sand pit outside. Well the girls left the backdoor open, and so Oscar found himself a cup, and was dumping sand in one large pile on my kitchen floor. That was not a good day. I have pretty much resigned to having a gross house.
we have a gratitude chart, that we are supposed to write something we are grateful for every day, every day during the month of November. We only do it for a few days at the beginning of November because it is just too difficult to remember to do something every day! But I enjoyed reading what Chloe wrote. She is thankful for...my house...my family...water...santa and Sugar (the elf)...toys...and food.
I went with my Dad, Chelsey and Liz and the girls to an Irish Christmas festival a couple weeks ago. While we were driving Chelsey was complaining as tradition requires, and Macie whispers to me, "Mom? Chelsey is kinda nice and kinda mean, right? I have to whisper so she doesn't hear me." Chelsey must have been talking about being jealous or something, because Macie then says, "Everyone gets jealous except Grandpa."
A few weeks ago I had my family over for dinner. This was the same night Chloe made her ribbons. Fernanda and Adam came with baby Christopher. Chrisopher was fussy so I took him and was trying to give Fernanda a break. Oscar came over to me and attached himself to my legs and began sobbing in a way that he has never done before. It was the crying of a broken heart. I gave Christopher back and picked Oscar up, who instantly ceased crying and rested his head on my shoulder. Sometimes it is really nice to feel appreciated, I am glad we love each other so much.
We went over to the Himstreets house for dinner last week and Emily had some gifts wrapped up. Macie eyed them and asked what they were. Emily said they were gifts for her friends and neighbors. Macie replied, "Well..I'm your friend...and kinda your neighbor." She's so subtle.
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