I tend to over think things, I'll admit that. With Easter, I know that it isn't important what she gets in her Easter basket. I know that the most important thing is that she understands that reason that we celebrate Easter. At the same time, there is a part of me that lives for these things. Brightly colored eggs and Easter basket full of fun little goodies, bring out the best in my creativity. We certainly won't go overboard for Easter, I tend to use holidays like this to slip in some necessities that we will soon need. A beach towel? A swimsuit? Fun new sandals? You bet! I always get her something she'll be able to use and play with right away, but it's certainly acceptable at our house … [Read more...]
“doh”n’t you wanna be mine, valentine?
It's going to be a low-key Valentine's day for us. I usually scheme up some big-ticket item I absolutely need to coincide with the holiday of love, but this year I didn't even throw any major hints out there. Not even dinner reservations. I wonder if this means I'm getting old? I always thought it was weird when couples didn't exchange gifts, now I'm one of the weird ones. Kidding, of course. I am just craving some at-home family time with my two loves, and I am looking forward to this evening. I want to share the fun Valentines I made for Braylen to take to her class. I also tweaked the wording a little and made some for my class, as well. She was so excited about giving her … [Read more...]
Christmas 2012
Writing a Christmas post seems so daunting to me. I sat down several times today, each time I failed to type a single word. There is something about the magic that surrounds Christmas, the fact that it only comes once a year, that we are celebrating something so sacred, that makes it unlike anything else we experience. I want so badly to do it justice, I want to look back in 10 years and read the words I have written, look at the accompanying pictures and trigger memories that have been tucked away. I want to remember vividly the image of Braylen waking up on Christmas morning, the first year she really got it. Her unruly curls, her sleepy eyes, her polka dot pajamas, I don't want … [Read more...]