Wednesday, December 31, 2008
We almost finished the secret gift. It was a green granny square afghan for my parents-in-law that Andy and I both worked on, making the squares and seaming them together. I got one round of border done before we went over there for Christmas celebrations on Saturday, and we gave it to them like that, promising it would be finished soon.
This was the first Christmas Rose really understood about presents and she was quite excited that the one gift she had been hoping for was under the tree. "I got my Christmas Wish!" she said. Jamie didn't care about presents, much, but stared and stared at the lights and the shiny paper.
I've been cleaning the house one baby step at a time all week, and it should be ready for Rose's birthday on Saturday. I'm not sure I'm ready for her to be four. She won't be a baby anymore, for real. At least at 3 I could pretend she's still a little one. Four means she'll be a girl. Sigh.
I hope everyone has a fantastic night doing whatever you like -- staying in or going out. Please be safe, and please have a wonderful New Year!
Friday, December 19, 2008
Unfortunately, everytime I've put it on him, it's made his eczema flare up. :( Maybe his skin will clear up by next winter, and he can wear it then. There's certainly enough room for growth.
It's a snow day today. I love being married to a teacher. We're supposed to go carolling downtown tonight, but if things don't clear up, well, I wouldn't complain if we got to have a night at home.
Rose had her very first Christmas program last night.
Her class did great! They recited a little piece about Mary and Joseph looking for a place to stay, and then they sang a song about Santa.
Some geek jokes:
How can you tell that a mathematician is an extrovert? When he talks to you, he looks at your shoes and not his own.
A neutron walks into a bar and asks the bartender, “How much for a martini?” The bartender says, “For you? No charge.”
If you’re not part of the solution, you’re part of the precipitate.
I've been feeling very nostalgic lately. I don't know if it's the season, or if it's because I've reconnected with some good friends on Facebook that I never thought I'd be able to find again, but I've been thinking a lot about how I used to be, how my life was, and how my life has turned out. It's a strange sensation, not unpleasant, but strange.
I always seem to forget in December that there's another month and more activities to follow after the holidays. In the past it hasn't been such a big deal. But Rose's birthday is on January 3, and having the family over is something that I don't like to throw together at the last minute. Somehow this year I have to start getting ready for that sooner.