What's that? I can't hear you. Really, I can't hear. My left ear has been plugged for about five days now. Also, I love that when I bend over it feels as if my eyeballs might pop from their sockets and shoot across the floor like some errant marbles. Too graphic for you? Sorry.
Trundling along this month in a partial stupor due to the latest wonderful Kindergarten illness, I have been slowly conquering the tasks which December requires. This has not included attending this blog much. My apologies...
The shopping is not done for Christmas presents, but I made it to Costco for the power food trip.
We finally got a tree yesterday, but I have decided not to send out Christmas cards this year.
Here's my favorite ornament. I call it "The Disco Ball." I have a set of six. No, you can't have them. They are mine!! All MINE. Go find you own!!
And here's my second favorite from Gypsy Mare Studios.
I have sewn one of the kids projects, but one more is still needing to be attacked. This is the fabric for Wyatt's duvet cover. One side of his duvet has big squares and the other is a diagonal line pattern.
Ella's fabric waits patiently...
Ella on Me Being Sick
I am glad that Ella, who will be three in January, can survive while I lay in a torpor on the couch. Rest during the children's waking hours was not really possible until now. However, as I laid on the couch yesterday in that state of mind half way between sleep and awake, Ella had mini-fits because she could not get her train tracks working right. All I could muster was, "Just figure it out Belle..." Then she covered me in her little baby blankets and drove a small tractor lightly over my body.
My bed has been calling me at 9:00 in the evening and I have succumbed to slumber MUCH earlier than I am normally accustomed.
My Messy Son
This is what Wyatt does when he gets home from school. Regularly...
I deleted 2,780 emails from my sent box. That was liberating.
The state of my personal nation will allow me to keep up with a once a week posting schedule until the new year. After the holiday is over, I expect I will be back to visiting folks more regularly and hopefully feeling that creative writing sparkle again!
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