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Well, that’s me. Minus the hippity-hop, bouncy run. And the snow covered hills. And the whole writing I’m sorry thing. But the bizzzy part, that’s me. Geesh, can it get any more hectic?
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Right after Thanksgiving I was giddy with the Christmas spirit. Just couldn't wait. Loved it. Wished it could last forever. Right about now I'm thinking, can we just get on with it?
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I am so done with it all. I’m tired of shopping, tired or crowds, tired of wrapping. I’m sick of hearing Alvin and the Chipmunks singing that stupid Christmas song. And I don’t even bother telling Molly that her meltdowns behavior choices are going to get her name on Santa’s naughty list because that doesn’t even phase her anymore.
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But what really takes me right out of the Christmas spirit is being so dang busy all.of.the.time. I mean really, is it truly necessary to cram that much Christmas into a few short weeks? I know, I know. I bring it all on myself.
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Come Christmas Eve, my current Scrooge mood will melt away and I will love Christmas all over again. I will enjoy the true spirit of Christmas. Really. But I’m not there yet.
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Rant finished.
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Since I haven’t had any time to post as of late, I am a bit behind. So hold on, I have a lot of ground to cover here.
This picture was taken at the beginning of the month
when I foolishly thought that we actually had time
for a craft project.
Molly at our
Families With Children form China Christmas Party.
Love the coat! Thanks Aunt Shell!
Molly and her buddy Graceyn
Molly waving to Santa.
It's all good, as long as the jolly man keeps his distance.
Alrighty, the advent calendar.
I thought this was a great idea.
I was proud of myself for following
through on this tradition.
Then I read a a woman's blog
who does two Advent Calendars.
One teaches the true Christmas Story.
The other "creates family memories."
It gives clues as to what activity
they are going to do each day.
She even has pictures of the calendars
completely filled ahead of time.
That's the kind of mother I want to be.
But I fall waaaaaay short.
Heck, I scurry to throw something in the box
right before Molly opens it.
I tell her if she opens any door before
the day she is suppose to
all of the rest of the things will magically disappear.
She can't prove that I'm lying trying to make this a
memorable experience, filled with anticipation.
Bad Mommy. Very bad Mommy.
Here is some of the joy that my mediocre version
of the advent calendar brings to Molly each day:
Yes, Molly got a Rudolph DVD, and Frosty
and Santa Claus is Coming to Town.
I'm sure there is an audible gasp from those who know me.
This is the first time that Molly has ever
sat down and watched a TV show or a DVD. Ever.
I figured that she is almost four and it is Christmas.
No sense being a Scrooge.
I'll unplug the TV again on the 26th.
Moving on...
For several days last week
the temperature hovered around 10 degrees.
Molly decided that she wanted to ride her trike in the dark.
So Tony dressed her up like this and headed out.
I thought they'd be back in 5 minutes. Ten minutes, tops.
Ummm, try 45 minutes. Brrrrrrr.
With all of my ample free time,
I gave Molly this special hairdo.
Molly's preschool put on a little Christmas performance.
I thought she take one look at the crowd and
run from the stage crying, right into my lap.
Obviously that didn't happen!
Finally, a little cookie making with Molly's friend Mattie.
Molly loved having Mattie over.
And she loved that I let her take out princess clothes on a Friday.
If you actually made is to the end of this epoch post....
Congratulations. You deserve a medal or something.
Succinct, I am not.
No wonder I am so dang bizzzzzy.
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