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Goodbye, 2009
2009 was a hard year.
2009 was a good year.
We have no choice but to take the bad with the good, but we can choose what to remember.
I wonder what surprises 2010 will hold?
Merry Christmas
Earlier this month, GW and I read The Best Christmas Pageant Ever. If you haven’t read it, please do so immediately.
When GW got the part of an angel in our church pageant, I almost expected her to say “Hey! Unto you a child is born!” No such luck. I will admit that this was better, though.
Merry Christmas!
PS: I sewed that little white skirt for her over the summer. Thank goodness it still fit.
She’s Crafty…
I can never hear the word crafty without thinking of that old Beastie Boys song, but because of some, ahem, questionable lyrics, I’ll not link to it.
The last few years our family has made gifts for each other for Christmas. Here are a few of this year’s offerings.
Homemade snowglobes from GW and I:
(And yes, I made the Wonder Woman one for myself. I couldn’t resist.)
Snow globe instructions here.
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A Copy of Our Actual Christmas Letter
Dear Family and Friends,
I did not want to write a Christmas letter this year. I felt like I was too busy shuttling my “unsocialized” homeschooler to Girl Scouts, swim lessons, homeschool co-op, History Girls’ Club, and Activity Day Girls. Just the other day, when the printer jammed again, and your addresses were trapped in its bowels, I told *W, “That’s it! No Christmas cards this year!”
I was very emphatic.
He didn’t seem to care.
However, everyday when I get the mail, I find more fun news about what all of you are up to. I decided I didn’t want to risk getting booted off your card list. So, I promised GW a dollar to write our letter.
My instructions were simple:
1. Start with “Dear Family and Friends”
2. Tell something interesting about yourself, me, and Daddy.
Here is her letter:
Dear Family and Friends,
We, and by we I mean my mom and me, we have been baking treats today. And some of my mother’s and mine relatives have just been over here.
This year I have been to the zoo with my baby cousin and my cousin and my aunt and uncle. It was fun; I got some ice cream, too.
And I bought a wii with my own money that I saved up.
Some things about my mom are she mostly likes going on the computer or reading a book.
My dad is funny.
I have a dog named Shasta. She is lazy. She likes to lay on my bed all day.
The end. Now where’s my dollar?
Know, what people? I think I got ripped off.
I guess I forgot to tell her to wish you all a Merry Christmas and to share our love for the Savior, but perhaps that was implied?
Oh, well, if you want something done right…
From our family to yours, we hope you have a very Merry Christmas full of joy and the spirit of Christ whose birth we celebrate this time of year.
Please don’t kick us off your card list.
Love,
The Heidi Family
*Obviously, names have been changed to protect the paranoid.
Do I get bonus points for using the word “bowels” in my Christmas Letter?
What’s in your letter this year?
Either way, the floor gets sticky
GW and I had big plans for cookie making today. Plans that only one of us was excited about. The other one of us (guess who) didn’t want to. Didn’t want the mess. Didn’t want the effort. Just wasn’t in the mood.
But a promise is a promise, so we started gathering ingredients. And then, someone (guess who this time) accidentally overturned a canister containing at least three pounds of sugar. All over the floor.
Hello mess.
Hello effort.
Goodbye cookie making today.
Know what? I was secretly glad.
I guess I really wasn’t in the cookie mood.
We have rescheduled for tomorrow. In the meantime, please enjoy this repost from last year. I’m hoping it will help me find my cookie mojo.
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Cookies, Camels and Newborn Kings
GW and I have been making a mess of my kitchen Christmas cookies to deliver to friends and neighbors.
I collect nativity scenes, so I couldn’t pass up this set of cookie cutters. However, I do feel a bit conflicted about eating the baby Jesus. Mmm… sweet salvation.
Yes, my gingerbread boy is a bit pale. It’s because he’s going into shock from his badly broken arm. Perhaps the newborn king can help. GW made that one, and it’s not who you might think it is.
This newborn king is baby Elvis in a manger.
The King? Get it?
Is something wrong with me if I find that uproariously funny? Because I do.
Here he is again, visiting all the other broken cookies. In the fog. Where’s Rudolf when you need him?
Oh well. Perhaps a concert will cheer up those poor broken souls…
I’ll have a bluuuuue Christmas without you,
I’ll be so bluuuuue just thinkin’ about you…
Speaking of blue, have a gander at this little fella:
Nothing says Christmas like a blue camel.
I’ll have a bluuuuue camel…
Here’s hoping your Christmas season is full of baby Elvis’ (Elvi?), blue camels and time with those you love.
But most especially, I hope your heart is filled with the spirit of Christ, whose birth we celebrate this time of year.
Because mine sure is.
With love,
Heidi
Merry and Bright
This photo was actually taken weeks ago as we made our pilgrimage out into the domesticated wilds of Oregon to hunt down our tree. I now sit in the glow of its soft light, too lazy content to stir and find my camera. Not to take a picture, but to upload the many, many photos of merry-making trapped on my card. Ah, well… tomorrow is another day.
P.S. To the anonymous gift giver that left a surprise on our doorstep Friday evening:
Thank you.
Once upon a time there was a Heidi…
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