One last rosebud for the year. And then it got really cold here, and a week later it looks pretty much the same. #frozen
Pillowcases for grandchildren.
My friend has a long tradition of doing Christmas scavenger hunts with her grandchildren. She is super clever in that way. I am not. So I always try to cajole her into sharing her ideas with me. This year we used the "pack rat" version she had come up with a few years ago. This is what the tree looked like when everyone arrived on Christmas afternoon. More on this later...
Mark might have some 'splaining to do as to how he came to possess actual police crime scene tape. Oops.
But first, while the smallest one napped, we played a little game that turned out to be more fun than I had anticipated. Everyone was given a list that had first letters of common Christmas songs (SN = Silent Night, JB = Jingle Bells, etc.). They worked in pairs trying to figure them all out.
Nana and Levi made a good team.
A long list--25 Christmas songs
One person is concentrating. The other one? He seems more interested in the stockings...
Come on, Charlotte. What is GTIOTM?In the spirit of real competition, Aaron insisted that there be a time limit. And I think he and Charlotte ultimately were the winners. But it was a fun little game. Although I think Papa enjoyed spending time coloring with Ella more than trying to figure out the names of carols.
We got Ella and Amelia matching pajamas. This picture was taken a few nights later. Don't they look cute together?
"Please, just give us our binkies back...."During the week I randomly located this photo from 2009.
Grandma to Charlotte: Please stop growing up so quickly.Her ears are newly pierced, a Christmas gift from her parents. Which led me to tell her the story of how at age 14 I was forbidden to get my ears pierced. While normally a very obedient daughter, I went against my parents' wishes and had a friend pierce my ears. Maybe some of you remember the days where an ice cube and a darning needle were used. Ouch!
I purchased good-quality earrings for that little episode of rebellion, and they are now nearly 50 years old, which surely qualifies them as vintage. As of yesterday, they have been passed on to my favorite 9-year-old.