I've been playing Christmas carols. I'm trying to teach Violet "Santa Lucia". I told her she could wear the candlelit crown and serve breakfast to the family this year on Santa Lucia day. I'll do a post on that soon.
I let Violet decorate her own tree in her room. Kids like BRIGHT stuff. Or mine does, anyway.
I kept forgetting to turn it off at night, then I'd wake up at 2:00 am in a panic thinking, "Oh, no! The wiring is going to short out and start a fire and kill my babies!" Adam got tired of my excessive worrying and bought a timer. Good thinking, honey. Now it comes on at 7:00 and goes off at 10:00.
Violet wrote her letter to Santa. I told her to draw whatever she wanted. She asked for 4 dogs, a butterfly, a reindeer, and a duck. I asked if she wanted real or stuffed, and she said, "A mix." I told her I'd write down anything she wanted to say. "Dear Santa, I was just a tiny bit good this year. He'll know I was just a teeny tiny bit good."
I also sent in the adoption application for our elf. (As in Elf on the Shelf.) We asked for Maybe, our elf from last year. We hope we get him.
I know some people are vehemently opposed to the elf, but I like him. Although I'm pro-elf, I still thought this commentary was hilarious. I might have to purchase the book it's included in..."Spending the Holidays with People I Want to Punch in the Throat".
On the way back from Thanksgiving, I stopped in a truckstop with one of those oddball shopping selections. A room in the back said, "Gently Used Items". I was on that like white on rice. A thrift store within a truck stop? Are you kidding me? What weird good fortune. I got these candlesticks for a quarter apiece. I think I'll whitewash them after the holidays.
These are warm, cozy days. I'm ridiculously over emotional...I'm already nostalgic for this time in my life. Seeing Violet's toddler year's shoot by...Piper just turned 6 months old...first teeth...knitting already (ha!)...it's going by too fast.
Soon I'll be sitting on the porch in a rocking chair with my bald husband watching the sunset and wondering where the time went. But...that will be good, too.