I miss your sweet little faces! We are all still alive, happy, healthy and procrastinating on decorating our Christmas tree. Just like old times!
Please tell me there’s some kind of cool minimalism about putting up a live Christmas tree and then just… not decorating it… for a long time. It’s probably hipster, like a tiny house or a precariously high man-bun.
Together we can make this a thing.
The naked tree is the extent of what I’ve contributed to my children’s Christmas experience this year. I call it “Parenting to Keep Their Expectations Low.” You know, that way it doesn’t take much to thrill them.
We did one real, responsible Christmas activity so far: get photos taken!
Soooo maybe I’m supermom after all?
(Just go with it.)
OOOH GUESS WHAT ELSE!!!
We actually started and are going to finish a real-live home project. Actually a couple! Remember Weston’s room?
The one that had been on our “home goals” list pretty much every year? Except all we actually did in there was replace the crib with a mattress on the floor? Which doesn’t really count as doing anything, except maybe further training in keeping their expectations low?
I finally got inspired! And also sick of the lack of storage and function that regularly resulted in the searing pain of Legos drilling through the tender flesh on the bottom of my foot when I stepped on them!
Legend has it the most beautiful interior design results from your life flashing before your eyes as your bare foot closes down on the knife-sharp edges of a Lego Brick of Death.
We’re redoing everything! I’m going to tell you all about it, but probably in a couple weeks after all the Christmas craziness passes. It’s coming along really well (that is to say, I imagine it ending up well and so far it still has a chance of ending up like I’m picturing it in my head). Fingers crossed.
Tell me how you’ve been! I want to know everything! If we were together in real life, I’d be like your giant labrador when you get home from work: overeager, jumping all over you and staring into your eyes with intense lasers of emotion! (No crotch-sniffing though, promise.)