This video is proof of what an amazing daddy Daddy really is. Take a look at his latest creation. Be sure to mute my playlist first at the bottom of this page.
'Til next year!
Friday, December 31, 2010
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
How Old They Are
So often I look at your faces and I think to myself, I'm going to miss you so much when you're grown. When you're standing right in front of me and you're an adult and I'm so proud of you and all that you've accomplished. I'll miss the little you. But I never tell you because I know you won't understand what I mean.
But last night, Lil' looked right at me and said, "Mama, I'm gon miss you when I go up." She was talking about when she has a house of her own and she doesn't live with me anymore. But I think on some level, we get eachother. She loves being little and I love that she is.
These are the days, we'll look back on and miss. The little yous. The little runny noses. The times when children in our house loved Christmas and believed in all that is possible. It must have been a sad day for my Mama when we all grew up. I guess from that day on, you wait for your grandbabies to crawl around your house with their simple perfect belief in magic.
It's here now and we're all wrapped up in it like a big thick blanket. I'm so thankful for my babies and their wild-eyed view of the world. I know that I will miss this one day but I also know that there is a whole other chapter of babies that will fill me up with the wonder and joy of the season. May we all see Christmas the way our children do, no matter how old they are.
But last night, Lil' looked right at me and said, "Mama, I'm gon miss you when I go up." She was talking about when she has a house of her own and she doesn't live with me anymore. But I think on some level, we get eachother. She loves being little and I love that she is.
These are the days, we'll look back on and miss. The little yous. The little runny noses. The times when children in our house loved Christmas and believed in all that is possible. It must have been a sad day for my Mama when we all grew up. I guess from that day on, you wait for your grandbabies to crawl around your house with their simple perfect belief in magic.
It's here now and we're all wrapped up in it like a big thick blanket. I'm so thankful for my babies and their wild-eyed view of the world. I know that I will miss this one day but I also know that there is a whole other chapter of babies that will fill me up with the wonder and joy of the season. May we all see Christmas the way our children do, no matter how old they are.
Monday, December 13, 2010
Pass The Glass
"I'm not doing as much this year"
has turned into
"I did a little more than last year."
We added a new thing to the outside lights. Daddy "hopes this enhances your holiday spirit". We've been watching a lot of Christmas Vacation which is the BEST Christmas movie ever but a little tricky during the pool fantasy part when the model gets naked and your 7 year old is watching.
Our tree...
Our den...
Our porch...
Our Santas...
Big and Lil' show everyone this picture because they believe this Santa was the real deal. Not an elfie imitation.
This makes my heart race because I'm not done with it yet. I'm not done with the season, I mean. I'm a child of a Christmas believer. The thick, soupy, magic of the season and the joy that it brings was poured into me when I was child. And I hope that I'm pouring into my own and that they will pass the glass.
has turned into
"I did a little more than last year."
We added a new thing to the outside lights. Daddy "hopes this enhances your holiday spirit". We've been watching a lot of Christmas Vacation which is the BEST Christmas movie ever but a little tricky during the pool fantasy part when the model gets naked and your 7 year old is watching.
Our tree...
Our den...
Our porch...
Our Santas...
Big and Lil' show everyone this picture because they believe this Santa was the real deal. Not an elfie imitation.
This makes my heart race because I'm not done with it yet. I'm not done with the season, I mean. I'm a child of a Christmas believer. The thick, soupy, magic of the season and the joy that it brings was poured into me when I was child. And I hope that I'm pouring into my own and that they will pass the glass.
Monday, December 6, 2010
That Time of Year
Man, we've been busy. But that's the way I like it. Singing. Movement. Twinkles. Oooos. Ahhhhs. It all can only mean one thing...
Iiiiiiiittttttttttt'sssssssssss thaaaaaaaaaaaat tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime of year.....
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