This summer was a frenzy of remodeling my classroom and that of another teacher’s. We started the school year in the weeds, and barely made our way through.
The first day of winter break was three days before Christmas. I was not prepared. There was no tree. There was not an ounce of ho-ho-ho in this house.
But two days before Christmas, just in the nick of time, we got our tree. We scoured the rather empty field for a solid choice. Neko was determined to carry my parents’ tree. Our tree was a bit, ahem, bigger than it looked outside.
Who knows if there will be lights or ornaments. But according to the Whos down in Whoville, Christmas will come without those.
Happy birthday to an amazing man, one that continues to roll with all my crazy, including trying to figure out how to properly celebrate a birthday 11 days before Christmas.
We hope this homemade, gluten-free apple pie begins to express how much we love you.
My friend Julie found herself with an empty house this weekend, so she organized a grown-up slumber party.
Nearly a dozen mothers/wives/professionals gathered with food, drinks, and air matresses in hand for hours of silliness. And super-mature moves like posting crude Facebook statuses on unattended phones.
Oh, how I needed this night. (And sleeping in until almost nine the morning after.)
We’ve entered the days where we find pieces of artwork on the counter that inspire us. Neko did this series of drawings where she wrote her friends’ names in animal letterforms. This one is for Celeste.