Um, yeah. A lot recently.
I feel like since the girls went back to school, I am doing a whole lot of nothing. My schedule is jam-packed. I rarely sit down. But, I feel as if I am accomplishing very little. It's part of the reason I've been quiet here. I don't write this blog to catalog my workouts or what I ate. I don't care to log every mundane event of our lives. I don't want to read about those things, so I wouldn't expect anyone else to either.
Right now, we are going through a boring phase, which is really just a blessing in disguise. It means we're stable, grounded and functioning at our highest level. And although it may be dull at times, I much prefer it to some of the alternatives.
Feeling Festive - I am kind of a Grinch. Christmas is not my favorite holiday. My decorations are minimal. Christmas music makes my ears bleed. And it eats away at me that I am continually lying to my children about Santa. All in all, I just hate all the pressure and drama that seems to surround the holiday.
But for some reason, this year, I'm feeling a little less jaded. Maybe it's the sheer excitement my children are thrusting upon the world. Maybe, I just don't feel like putting up a fight. Either way, we got an early start on the Christmas joy this year.
We went to see a Christmas light extravaganza the day after Thanksgiving ...
|Sushi Tree ...|
|Waiting for the illumination ...|
|our little clan ...|
Complete with S'mores.
And my Christmas tree was up this past weekend. In November. A big no-no in my book.
|ornament explosion ...|
I'm not sure what to think about this. It's clear that my kids are turning me into a big softy.
Hungry - Recently, Doodle has been taking it upon herself to go into the pantry and get some food. But instead of asking to have it and eating it at the table like a normal person, she sneaks off and eats it, hoping we will never find out.
Unfortunately for her, we ALWAYS do.
Like on Saturday, when I went to make the girls a snack and found this in the pantry ...
I knew it was Doodle from the start. She didn't want to fess up. So, like any normal parents, J and I matched the bite marks to know for sure. By the time we got to Doodle, she had run off to her room to prevent us from checking. Doesn't she know that the guilty always run?