Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Little Jackson will belly crawl away from me and at the last minute I grab his feet, drag him back, and flip him over on his back. He laughs. I laugh and squeeze him til I'm sure he's bruised, and he's flipped back over and begun the great escape again. I could do it for the rest of my life, assuming I could keep him frozen in time at this age, which of course won't happen.
Can you hear that hollering coming from Apex? Yep. Hubby says enough already; quit buying toys for the kid he's gonna be one day, and enjoy the kid he is today. Gotcha. Did you guys see that new toy...
Since we now have a TV the size of Baltimore permanently hung above the fireplace I had to tweak my mantle display. Those 18" reindeer that are made of heavy steel coils that bounce and sway and bob and weave are now displayed on the new foyer table amidst ornaments, berries & elves. My snowman collection isn't displayed, though there are about a dozen in the kitchen, hidden behind canisters of party mix and stacks of pumpkin bread loaves.
There are Barbie doll mermaids & twinkling fairies, bags of candy & wrapping paper, rolls of curling ribbon and boxes of Christmas cards, rolls of tape and at least 3 pair of scissors all over the table (and the chair seats & backs), but the decorative red tablecloth has been located and lost. If it turns up I'll eventually clear off the table and put it on there, with a fabulous centerpiece right in the middle.
Surely before the baby arrives on Friday. That's the goal. Well, the goal is sooner, but I'm clever enough to know it won't happen until Friday. A realist to the end.
Yesterday I had an email reminding me gently but firmly that my Stampaway submissions haven't been received. Tick tock, there's a deadline you know. So next week I'll be up in the studio, nose to the grindstone, creating fabulous art projects to dazzle everyone. But first there are about 100 gifts scattered on the living room floor that have to be boxed and wrapped.
Merry Christmas to me, and to you of course. Wishing you joy & laughter this holiday season, and hoping you'll come back to visit after the madness calms down a notch or two.
And before I forget, Santa came early this week in the form of new Droid phones. I've finally figured out how to answer my phone which is more than I can say for someone who shall remain nameless. Unfortunately I keep tapping the wrong contact name and once the phone dials and I hear it ringing I don't know how to make it stop short of powering off my phone. Less than desirable results don't you know. Gotta figure that out! Sooner rather than later! So if I've inadvertently dialed you, I apologize.
If you call and I don't answer, not to worry. I can't say I've figured out voicemail completely but I got in there once already and would bet I can do it again. Don't have a clue about texting or checking (much less sending) email, so fuhgedaboudit!!
Listen for jingle bells and the laughter of children and enjoy the upcoming week. The New Year will be here before you know it.
Posted by Lovely Linda