

The kids pretty much hung all the ornaments themselves. I told them I would be moving the ornaments around, since there were 4 or so hung on random branches in little groupings. Perhaps a less picky mother would have left them all where the sweet darlings had hung them...but not me! Turns out they didn't care, and wanted to help me move them around. So they rehung them in little groupings of 3-4. When most of them were napping I arranged ornaments like I wanted them. My inner need for uniformity and spacing is now satisfied.
It's been a quick week. We had church as usual on Sunday, my riding lesson was rained out Sunday afternoon, but we did get one more Thanksgiving dinner (our fourth) at the Davidsons, as they had an unreal amount of leftovers they were begging for help with. Anything to help a friend. Monday we stayed home and attempted to decorate, Tuesday we made a trip to Gainesville and visited the newly refurbished Walmart, Wednesday we had gymnastics, Thursday we had playgroup here and then went to Rebecca's beautifully decorated Pottery Barn house for dinner, and then it was today. Which is about over. I stay up too late when I do this.
We did have a fun day, though, after a rough night. (More on that in a minute.) Ruth spent the night with us, officially with Amelia, I guess, though might I say I would adopt her if I could? (Okay, Jenny?) After finishing our kindergarten work, we put together a gingerbread house. I looked up information online about how to do one, and was quickly intimidated into buying a kit after that. Perhaps next year if I'm feeling more ambitious I'll do it the hard way.







In spite of a few surprises, it was great fun and I think the kids did a good job. Now I wonder how long it will take for candies to start disappearing off the house...

Back to the rough night part of the story. Apparently James and I are raising an insomniac. For a just turned two year old, Avery seems to function well during the day with large parts of his nightly sleep missing. At least every third night he is out of the bed at 2 or 3 AM. He used to just wander around, now he comes downstairs, grabs the step stool out of the half bath, and uses it to climb up either into our bed or right next to it where his face is at my face, sucessfully SCARING ME HALF TO DEATH. He's not sleepy or stumbling around either, he is wide awake, and sending him back to his bed doesn't always work. Last night he was on one of his nightly treks, and woke us up as he was climbing into the bed between us, at 4:30 AM. This is after I had already taken care of Elizabeth, who at 18 pounds and 6 months old still can't seem to make it through the night without a 3 AM feeding. James told him to go back to bed, and at 5 AM he came down again. I went up with him and put him back in the bed. For the next half hour I keep hearing banging around upstairs. I go BACK up, put him back to bed with threats, and through my fuzzy sleep deprived brain continue to hear little footsteps off an on. Around 6 I go up again and grab him as he's coming out of Amelia's room with a toy (thankfully she and Ruth are still asleep), and bring him downstairs, plop him on pillows in our floor, cover him up, and he's asleep in minutes. At 6:30ish the rest of the crowd is awake, and he's not in our room anymore. The kid doesn't seem to need the sleep! I'm out of solutions. I keep thinking one day he'll either be one of those people who gets a ton of stuff done because he can go on four hours of sleep...or he'll just stay up way too late wasting time on the internet. Or whatever they'll have developed by the time he's an adult.
Speaking of staying up way too late, I'm going to bed. Hopefully to stay, with no interruptions. That would be great.
I leave you with this.


Toes. Yum!
1 comment:
Lindsay and I once made a gingerbread igloo from scratch. The igloo nature came from the inability to get the gingerbread out in pieces.
However, my aunt has her kids make gingerbread houses out of graham crackers, regular frosting and then just buys loose candy to decorate. So if you want to go LESS authentic rather than MORE authentic and homemade...that's an option
Love all the pics!
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