Mabel spent another day at home this past week. She woke up with an upchuck around 4am. And again at 5, 6, 8, and 9. Eventually, with the help of Lucy (her furry, horsey friend), some ice cream, and Cinderella with mommy, she was on the mend. Kindergarten germs suck.
"I've always been olfactory that way," Mindy said to me once. Ever smell something and immediately a memory leaks into your brain? Yeah, that's why this is my favorite new candle. It's called Mountain Lodge. It smells a little like Hollister, a little like flannel. Oh I love it!
All of the kids have Christmas parties this week at school except for the 7th grader. He's thigh-deep in semester tests. Also, the 3 littles (Lord, can I even call them that for much longer?) watched Charlie Brown Christmas in class this week. How cool is that? You know what I'm getting at: the reason I live in Da Plains. Public schools teaching "Christ the Savior is booooooOOOOORN" Christmas carols in music class and watching Linus stand up and proclaim the true meaning of Christmas. Amen is what I have to say! I *love* that Jesus is welcome here. There are opposing viewpoints yes, but I am so grateful we live in an area where people say "Merry Christmas" instead of "Happy Holidays." Because you bet there is a difference.
We finished the winter session of volleyball last Saturday. We are very proud of Hayley and how much progress the entire team made over the season - wow. Girlfriend has a fantastic serve, too. I do project management daily, so its in my nature to plan and follow up on details. Prior to Hayley's final "tournament" game I sent an email to her coach. I wanted to know if we played more than one game, how early we needed to arrive, etc. I also verified the game time. It's just what I do. As it turns out, the schedule given to all of the parents was incorrect. Not only was the game time off by a whopping 5 hours, her team also needed to play at least twice, which wasn't previously mentioned. The coach quickly sent a note to all of the parents and corrected the details. Sort of makes me wonder what would have happened if I hadn't asked to confirm everything. I have been told my type-A behavior is called overbearing. Let me tell ya, I'm totally okay with that.
This weekend will be full of cooking and cleaning and all things domestic. Christmas is a-comin'. I have wrapping to do and two meals to cook for. I'm hoping to make a thrifting trip because Trevor's afghan unraveled a bit too much before I could get to it, so it needs to be replaced. I also wouldn't mind finding any of the items on my Christmas list there (denim midi skirt, please). We will see. I've been known to rock it out, but all of the kids will be up in my pancreas. They always get up in my pancreas before going to their dad's house. Sort of reminds me of nursing and baby-wearing while vacuuming and doing laundry. Mothering, basically.
In closing this week, a word on consideration. Consideration is a manner of grace. It's careful thought for someone else. It means doing nice things for others even when you know it will go unnoticed. I believe in being considerate of one another every day, but especially this season as we all schlep and rush and try to cram 80 things into one day. Be nice to clerks who are crabby and drivers eager to take the last spot at the mall. And if you ask someone for help, say please and thank you. Remember they have their own things to be doing. Be gracious for gifts that you receive even if they aren't exactly what you'd imagined. Consideration is not selfish, it is selfLESS. We are working on this concept at home and I thought I'd share here as well.
The blog may be a bit quiet over the next few days as we ramp up to enjoy Christmas with our littles and then travel to take the kids back east. I do have an AWESOME tutorial coming soon on destroying your own denim to make the perfect cutoff jeans and distressed jeans.