When I got home from work today, Brandon was busy with our friend Bill installing an electric outlet and hanging a couple of cabinets in the kitchen, in preparation for an over-the-range microwave Christmas present from my in-laws (yeeeeeee hawwwwww!). Never did I imagine in my pre-married life that I would be so excited about kitchen upgrades, but time and time again I prove that you really can find bliss in new appliances.
The kids and I took another crisp walk around the neighborhood, this time to deliver our gingerbread cookies to neighbors, along with our homemade cards. Henry loves to walk by himself and now yells, “ALK! ALK!” if I even attempt to carry him anywhere. I wouldn’t mind this one bit since he weighs nearly 30 pounds now except that he fights holding my hand and thinks it’s really funny to try to run into traffic. This is especially exciting at night wearing non-reflective clothing. Praise God, nobody died running into traffic on Morgan Avenue tonight, and no one had to swerve off of the road to avoid a marching toddler. And, our neighbors got their cookies.
Look what a nice job my husband and Bill did on the cabinets! Someday, we’ll take out all of the old ones in the rest of the kitchen and put in new ones like these. Someday.
I finished one Christmas project tonight, although I keep thinking of others that it would be fun to make something for, but sorry nameless ones, you’ll have to wait til next year, or your birthdays, or another occasion. It is onward to the other other homemade Christmas gifts.
Tomorrow night is basketball practice. Dread. At least this time, I know I don’t have to be there for the full practice and can take Elvis and Hank somewhere else. The bad news is that it is also picture night, which means I’m sure to forget some key component of the uniform, or forget to pull Lydia’s hair back into a ponytail, or forget about practice entirely and get a frantic call from the coach about it fifteen minutes before I put the kids to bed. Egads, I better make sure the reminder on my phone is operating.
Sarah Marie Wells 