Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
The Dorling Kindersley Rescue Vehicle Book never gets old. Whether you're 29 years old, 8 months old, or somewhere in between.
So glad I found it at Goodwill for 49 cents.
Boys will be boys...and their mother, a bargain hunter.
DPP, Day 20
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
Hiding from Mom and her camera.
It worked well, as you can see.
And yes, my 2 year old is wearing a sleeveless shirt, in the middle of Dec, with freezing weather outside. But... it's his only Curious George shirt, so you know how that goes.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Every year, around December, I make baskets laden with sweet treats for friends, loved ones, and this time, for the leadership in my husband's company. So in my few spare moments, I've been cooking up a storm. And I must say that the fudge turned out amazing, the molasses cookies delicious, the pecan delights superb, the double chocolate mint cookies divine, the caramel corn incredible.
Like everything else in my life, of course.
Except the coffee stain my 2 year old made on my white carpet this morning.
DPP, Day 15
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Am I the only one that sighs a monumental sigh of relief and joy and excitement, when all the presents are wrapped and sitting pleasantly under the tree?
All, that is, except for the 3 presents I ordered online last night. Oh...and the two presents I am still hoping to find at the mall this weekend. And the stocking stuffer's, of course. Ha ha.
Despite all my planning ahead, I almost always keep shopping till the last minute. And I love doing it that way too. Oh, I get my packages mailed early or on time, but when it comes to local gift purchasing, I love to hunt around, peruse the stores and shelves, scrutinize pin stripes and polka dots...
Some may call me crazy, but there is something about the thrill of the hunt that makes shopping for that perfect gift SO. MUCH. FUN.
What about you and your gift giving habits? Do you like to hunt? Or do you just want to get it over with?
DPP, Day 14
Monday, December 13, 2010
Just to be silly, I decided that I'd buy some mistletoe to hang over the doorway this year. However, I didn't realize how challenging it might be to get a hold of some of this kiss-worthy plant. After going to multiple places, I came home empty handed.
Later that night, we attended a friend's Ugly Christmas Sweater Party, only to find that our host had been able to land some mistletoe herself! When I questioned her as to how she completed this seemingly miraculous feat, she expressed the challenge she had had finding mistletoe as well. Then, on her last stop by a local nursery, she happened to find a nursery worker who had connections. He told her that he didn't sell it but thought he could get her some anyway.
What? How can that be?
Well, as it turns out, the worker recognized the plant and knew that the nursery's neighbor had some growing in their yard. Whether it was prearranged or not, the nursery employee whipped over to the neighbor's house, cut some mistletoe and gave it to my friend. How's that for service?
To make a good thing even better, my friend gave the mistletoe to me after the party was over. So now my husband has yet another excuse to lay one on me! Nice!
Happy Smooching, Ya'll!!
DPP, Day 13
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Friday, December 10, 2010
This Pecan Delight recipe (also known as Spanish Wedding Cookies) is one that I jotted down on the back of an envelope many years ago after a phone call to my mom. I can almost imagine the conversation,
"Hi Mom, you know that yummy shortbread type cookie that you roll in powdered sugar?...no...no, not that one... the one that Mrs What's her name made for the Welcome Home Party for Nick...yes. Mrs Nieuwenhuis...yes, yes, that's it. Can you give it to me over the phone? Wait! Let me find something to write on..."Or am I the only one that writes recipes on the back of old envelopes?
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
I didn't even have to ask him to pose. I just handed him a candy cane and let his imagination take off. Isaiah has always been my musical child. He loves singing and he loves sitting next to the stereo when I have music on. I think he's already memorized Josh Groban's entire Christmas CD. I'll never forget last Christmas when he asked, "Can we listen to Andrea Bocelli instead, Mom?" Touche.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
When I got home later, and had unloaded children, groceries, and even a few Christmas presents, I quick snapped a picture of our drinks.
As I looked at the cups on the table, I couldn't help but think that, metaphorically speaking, the drinks looked just like our family today. The grande mama in the middle (nuts! I knew I should have gotten the "tall") with two little hot cocoa's standing next to me.
Only the two kids hot cocoa's would be holding hands with each other, while the grande mama would be balancing a 25lb baby on her hip, while also holding her purse, her trusty Starbucks card, and the hand of the youngest hot cocoa.
Perhaps it's needless to say that by the time we were done, this grande mama needed a venti ice water despite the outdoor thermostat.
But... it was so worth it. Some might not even call it coffee, but I still think that a Peppermint White Chocolate Mocha is THE. BEST. DRINK. EVER.
Monday, December 6, 2010
I'm certainly not an amazing photographer, at least not yet anyway. But I do so enjoy my new camera... and by participating in the DPP, I've found myself spending more and more time fiddling around with it, trying out different settings, white balance, shutter speeds and ISO's.
Fun, fun, fun. And I mean that in all seriousness. I recently read that photo editing is no substitute for photography technique.
And I agree. So I'm going to work a bit harder behind the camera and strive to keep things unedited until I master techniques.
Don't you love the colors in this one?
This is my first poinsettia. I've always loved the bright and brilliant colors, and the distinct holiday feel that they bring. But I've never had one of my own. Then on Saturday, my hubby took the older two boys out on their almost weekly special male bonding adventure. **This involves Nick transferring their carseats into his super cool Jeep (as opposed to the not-so-cool minivan that I drive) and running different manly errands (Dunkin Donuts, the flower store, the park, and sometimes Nick's office which includes a stroll by the motor pool and lots of big Army trucks).** I came home from a baby shower with my youngest to find the boys had bought me my very own poinsettia while they were out. Love it.
And can't stop taking pictures of it either. One of these days I'll do it justice and take something really beautiful.
On a photo related note, if anyone has a website (their own, or one they'd recommend) that teaches beginning photography and offers photo taking tips, I'd love to have it.
December Photo Project, Day 6
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Friday, December 3, 2010
Okay, so they are not really Siamese twins. Nor are they even twins.
But my two "older" boys, Isaiah (4 yrs) and Joshua (2 1/2), born 17 months apart, have often been called
Two peas in a pod
Best Friends Forever
Partners in Crime
Joined at the Hip
Okay, so now they are sounding more like Siamese twins again. Whoops.
Regardless of your analogy of choice, it's clear that the bond between these brothers is more than just matching Lightning McQueen jammies. It's something truly special that I pray will last a lifetime: brotherly love.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
When I was little, my dad would often play the piano in the evening after we had gone to bed. I'll never forget lying there with my eyes closed, listening as the music serenaded us to sleep. My dad would usually play with the living room nearly dark, or as we often said, "by the light of the moon." He didn't need the light to read the music, he would just play from his heart and let his fingers find their way across the keys.
Once or twice, my siblings and I didn't fall asleep, but had whispered a secret plan to each other as we lay there and waited till the music finished. As the last note died down, my brothers and sisters and I erupted in a chorus of cheers and clapping; our hearts filled with joy and delight over the wonderful music he played.
Do you remember that, Dad? I don't think we ever knew if you heard us yelling "Encore" or not, but we could not contain our applause. In our simple and childish way, we had to express how much we loved the music you brought into our home.
To this day, I love playing the piano in the late evening as well. I hope that I can make the same memory for my children as they drift off to the Land of Nod. I often feel tears in my eyes and a shiver of delight, as I play in the darkness by the light of the moon. Or, in this case, by the soft light of the Christmas tree.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
My dear little Joshua is the King of Early Rising. He loves to get up early, especially if he thinks something exciting is going to happen. This morning was no exception.
He thought it was Christmas.
When I explained that today was Dec 1st and Christmas was Dec 25th, he nodded in cheerful agreement and said, "Can I sleep here till it's Christmas-time, Mommy?"
I guess that's what happens when you try to explain "time" to a 2 year old.
Just for fun, I'm going to attempt to do the December Photo Project this year. Check it out!