Wednesday, December 23, 2009

This is what my Christmas wish looks like.

My husband; the graduate. And we're together at last.
With cards games, a lit tree, and sparkling cider.
Merry, bright. Not so white.
Just perfect.

Wishing you the holly-jolliest.

I can't wait to blog hop next week, smiling along with the happy people in your Christmas photos.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

A richly dressed tree

I have always had a certain fondness for very trendy and intentionally designed trees like this one.

But I am changing. There really is nothing so wonderful as a tree that is full of hand-made loveliness from years past, and special, gift ornaments that bring back floods of memories.
I've taken down the sleek, white lights that lined my ideal Christmas and replaced them with a clashing mix of the brightest strings of color.

Having kids has changed the way I see the world, I'm sure even in ways that I haven't realized.

Breakable ornaments go on the top. Candy-canes will all disappear before a week has gone by.

What does your ideal Christmas look like?

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Super Mom

I've been accused of strategically hiding my belly in blog pictures. Perhaps it was subconscious, but I am now intent on wearing my baby loud and proud.

So here, for your enjoyment, is a little video I just helped my sister, Tamsin, make for a class project...

This is slightly embarrassing because

1. My little sister is showing this to an entire classroom of sophomores at her high school.

2. The teacher of the class was my English teacher almost 8 years ago.

But I think that Tamsin's dance scene (3 minutes and 45 seconds into the video) tops all in the hilariously embarrassing department. Plus, it's refreshing to be able to laugh at my self.

Would you just love to know your mother did stuff like this while she was pregnant with you?

Monday, December 14, 2009

Our new home

Each morning I awake, sit on my very own couch (which was recently freed from underneath a million boxes in a freezing storage unit) and munch a tray of ice (which, yes, I know, is bad for my teeth).
While I savor the cold crunchiness I stare at the cutest door that hangs crooked in its frame. I walk under a lovely pointed-archway to refill and reposition my ice-tray.
I dance my way around my new kitchen as I prepare breakfast for my sleeping critters.
The details, modern and vintage, make me smile.
This is home.

And it's finally perfect now that we have the internet.

Back in blogging business!

Through the monitor

Through the monitor each night I hear a squeaky, rhythmic thumb-sucking.
And an occasional growl to scare away any scary monsters.
Sometimes the silence is broken with indignant whining over stolen blankets or snuggle-toys.
But usually I awake to the sound of mischievous laughter from two partners in crime.
I giggle along. Then I think to myself that I can't wait until morning so I can join their grand adventures.
I lay in my bed listening, and I wish that their father could be at my side, laughing and scheming along with me.

He comes home, for keeps, on Sunday, after 15 long weeks. I feel like a giddy teenager at the prospect of a first kiss.

Who could ask for anything more?