Thursday, December 23, 2010
The night before, the night before Christmas
One day I will be one of those moms who is organized and on the ball enough to dress my kids up in matching fancy clothes for their Santa pictures. One day. Still kinda cringing that Hudson is wearing sweatpants.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Hudson's first Christmas Concert
It was adorable. It was hilarious. It was strangely, all about Devin!
Nothing like interupting the teacher during the introduction to announce: "Miss Maria...Devin's laughing at me!"
@1min,46 seconds: Devin! Devin (stomp foot for emphasis)!
@ 21 seconds: Oh Devin! Oh Sweetie!
Nothing like interupting the teacher during the introduction to announce: "Miss Maria...Devin's laughing at me!"
@1min,46 seconds: Devin! Devin (stomp foot for emphasis)!
@ 21 seconds: Oh Devin! Oh Sweetie!
@40 seconds: Mommy call Devin!
@50 seconds: Devin!
He has asked Santa for: a High Flying Adventures Backyardigans DVD, skates, a wallet (seriously?), sparkles (again...WTH?), new PJ's (I thought kids never asked for clothes?), and most recently walkie-talkies (the funny part is he asked for them before asking me what they are/do).
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
20 months
is how long it's been since i've lived in my own house.
20 months since i've slept in my own bed.
20 months since i've drank out of my own favorite mug.
20 months since i've had all my clothes, shoes, jewellery, things, in one location.
20 months since i've eaten my breakfast in my underwear (i've tried to at my mother's house, and she yells at me to put on more clothes...not because she's a prude, but because she still believes that you can get sick from dressing too cold!)
it's these simple things that i miss the most. the things that make a house a home.
but if home is where the heart is...
then i guess i shouldn't complain...
because, look at these two...
20 months since i've slept in my own bed.
20 months since i've drank out of my own favorite mug.
20 months since i've had all my clothes, shoes, jewellery, things, in one location.
20 months since i've eaten my breakfast in my underwear (i've tried to at my mother's house, and she yells at me to put on more clothes...not because she's a prude, but because she still believes that you can get sick from dressing too cold!)
it's these simple things that i miss the most. the things that make a house a home.
but if home is where the heart is...
then i guess i shouldn't complain...
because, look at these two...
they make this situation bearable.
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