Santa Meet & Greet

I read somewhere the other day that you should definitely NOT make your baby sit on Santa's lap just to take a picture, especially if your baby is crying.

Just another in the long list of parenting tid-bits I will choose to ignore.

Mary Bullock didn't cry this year, but the look on her face is all: Mom. Are you sure he can bring me all of the Olivias? I'm dubious.

For Caroline

Oooh, I have a lot to say about lunchboxes.

I have major love for Skip*Hop, which has been well documented.

But really if I had it to do over again, I'd go bento, which eliminates the need to bag everything separately!

LunchBots

Kotobuki 2-tiered Bento Box

But if you really must have a bag to hold the box itself, PBK makes a good combo.

Spencer Bento

Made to go in

Fairfax Lunch Bag

Just some suggestions!

He's Coming!

So I saw all of these kind of advent calendars start popping up on Pinterest in early November.  The sane part of me said: Suz, go to Etsy. Find. Purchase.

The insane part of me insisted I could make it myself, despite the fact the last time I used my sewing machine my efforts resulted in utter failure.

So of course I decided to make it myself.

Luckily, my mom came down for a visit before Thanksgiving and gave me the Advent Garland for Dummies tutorial.  The good news is, I did it!

The best news is that I can now work my sewing machine without sewing through my own finger. [I actually did do that right after my mom left me to my own devices. I didn't even know that was possible, but it is not a lesson I will need to learn twice.]

I liked the idea of having an activity for each day leading up to Christmas, so most of the bags were filled with a little scroll naming the activity for the day. The rest are filled with little toys and treats to give myself a break. I didn't want to stress us so much over the activities that we didn't enjoy the season! We already had to reschedule Decorate Christmas Tree, because we haven't had a single spare moment to bring our tree in from outside. Oh well.

I think there is one empty baggie still, and my new mission is to find it and insert activity: Put feet up. Listen to Bublé.

Key to his heart

Lee and I have a long, sour history with doors and locks.

The first time I locked us out was on our first date, which was an odd first date because we both already knew it was marriage and babies for us or nothing at all. There was never going to be any I-like-him-but-will-he-call-when-he-says-he-will? with us. Thankfully it was marriage and babies, because I had us locked out on the balcony of my apartment within about forty-five minutes of his arrival.

So what was he to do with me, the future mother of his children, besides give me a boost into my roommate's window, watch me tuck and roll, and wait for my face to reappear in the open doorway?

Lucky for me, the future mother of his children, that was the only option.

Then there was the time I locked myself out of my car on Valentine's Day at the gas station with my car running.

And then, there was this morning.
At 6:30am.
With the whole family in our pajamas.
And no spare key.

Thankfully, MB was easy to occupy while Lee pedaled the three blocks to his parents' house, woke up his poor mother, got a spare key, and pedaled back.

I would marry the one person who would get us locked out, he said when we were all back in the house.

It's not like you didn't know what you were getting into, I said.

Lucky for me, he loves me anyway. 

But from now on maybe we'll plant a key in the yard just to be safe.

This picture was taken on our second date, just a moment before I accidentally told him that I loved him. I really meant I love that you're here, but by then it was way too late for splitting hairs. This was obviously before I started brushing my hair, but after I started waxing my eyebrows, poor things.

Dear Santa,

Here's what I want.

I want MB to believe the whopper we're going to tell her tomorrow about how a swingset landed in our backyard without our knowledge three weeks before Christmas.

And also, a special something for the [giant] elf who put it together in a day and half.

He's a pretty good one, if you have any permanent positions. His salary requirement is steep, and he'd have to work remotely, but I can send along his resume if you're interested. As far as I know, there was no cursing in this job! That has to be a plus, right?

In the meantime, I hope Gingerbread is sending good reports on us all. Mary Bullock, bless her heart...she struggles. But she means well. 

Really.

Love!
Suz

PS. I believe in magic.

The Birthday Bo

This Day in History...

One year ago today I fell completely, foolishly, sort of scarily in love with another man.
He is smart, sweet, hilarious, and lets me kiss him as much as I want.  
Just my kind of boy.