Snow with Colds

Runny Nose :: check
Cough :: check
Fever :: check
Double Ear Infections :: check
Master Manipulator with the Watery Blue Eyes :: checkTypically, we may not allow such a sick child to stand outdoors in the middle of a snowstorm...but somehow...by someone...we were cleverly coerced into doing so...afterall, it was La-La's debut of his snow-thrower and there were plenty of graders and snowplows to be found!Welcome snow machines!
xo

Panicky Peg

Every Christmas season, every single solitary one, I somehow feel handmade gifts {handmade by me} are really the way to go. And every Christmas season, every single solitary one, I somehow fail to properly calculate the hours, minutes and seconds in the day said gifts require. When will I learn that it definitely takes more than 30 minutes to make a knitted toy? It takes more than 1 hour to make a hat. And the sewing project sitting upstairs will definitely demand more than one morning while Hugh is away at Nursery School.
So to see that I may properly give my children, my husband and most importantly {sorry children and husband} my Christmas projects the attention they deserve, I will be stepping away from our daily updates for a few days here and there.
Fortunately, I need not worry about our holiday decorating...Miles and Hugh have that one all taken care of...phew! xo

1st Sunday in December

This is why my posting has been sporadic for the past week. I think I'm on the verge of a Christmas miracle...after all every Christmas requires at least one, don't you think?
xo

1st Saturday in December

xo

I see the moon, and the moon sees me...

Gazing...right now, outside our window while rocking one stuffy-nosed-watery-eyed baby back and forth and back and forth...hoping...hoping...hoping he will soon fall asleep. Shhh...Goodnight Arlo...Goodnight Moon.
xo

4 Seconds

Because Arlo is the second born...the second boy...he is the recipient of most things second. Until today, when I found this brand-new-never-worn-star-studded-stain-free-knitted romper hanging by itself on the store rack screaming, "Arlo! Arlo! Arlo". Without a second thought, I bought it. Upon returning home, I announced, "Arlo has a NEW piece of clothing."
"Fashion Show!", declared Hugh.
And fashion show we did...Ladies and Gents, A Star is Born: xo

The Letter

Dear Santa,
We would like to apologize about one teensy-tiny oversight in the letter we sent to you today. You see, Mr. Jolly St. Nick...wait-a-minute...don't you look lovely! Is that a new suit you're wearing? My have you lost a little weight? And you're looking so young! Ahhh.
What were we saying? Oh yes, in our efforts to remember all of our 'I wants' list, we failed to record any of the 'I've been goods' portion. We are rather new at writing North Pole notes and in our novice state of mind, we just forgot. We are so sorry...quite sorry indeed.
For some reason, we think you may read this web log from time to time and hope you will accept our sincere apologies...{for reassurance, please refer to the first paragraph...written specifically by Hugh and Arlo's mummy who incidentally has been good and would like 1. knitting books 2. socks 3. mittens 4. kicking horse chai tea latte 5. tessa kiros cookbooks}. So with that, let it be said that Hugh and Arlo have been very good. They are helpful, loving and grateful lads with hearts full of holiday cheer.
Happy December!
Ho Ho Ho
xo