Last weekend, I've finally mustered up enough energy to pull down the Christmas tree. I know, I know. DON'T hate me. I'm a little mad at myself, too, but I couldn't help it this year! Brad, the kids and I celebrated New Year's Day at a cottage in Kenlake, thereby messing up my year-end routine of having the tree down before the new year.
Oh well. At least, I had all the ornaments and lights off of it, right after the first of the year. It didn't help that every time we came home, Peyton yelled, "CAN WE LIGHT THE TREE?"
Anyways, I was sitting at the computer, reading other bloggers who really WRITE in their blogs, when all of a sudden, I see this:
This is my daughter, hunkered down in a worthless attempt at concealing herself behind her booster seat, with a Christmas ornament she made in Mrs. Gretchen's class. The little vixen must've stolen it from the tree while I wasn't looking...
Oh well. It's all good fun in January. Those little tokens of decorations you forgot to put away sure come back to bite you in the tree-trunk! Now, where is that Brendan, you say? He's at Little Dribblers, of course!
Isn't he CUTE!? I get all goose-bumped at his little stroll around the basketball floor of my Alma Mater. Man, this gymnasium has shrunk.
And, NO, I haven't gotten bigger.
Well, maybe a few pounds. . . here and there. . .
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