Monday, December 23, 2013

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 ... Hi 5 !

A playdate that the girls have been waiting for forever, it was pure joy watching them enjoy each other's company and the show. It wasn't too bad and I could sing-along too! #parentingtruth

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

One more week

... to Christmas!!!!

Dancing people in the wall come alive

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

A princess (work-in-progress version)

So, she may need some work to act dainty (or just sit properly for that matter)  but at least we know she is true-blue girl school material and my daughter. 


Monday, December 16, 2013

We visited a large indoor playground

Battle scars. A (clumsy, but) protective mother who suffered pains to protect her daughter on a very long slide.

My (poor) knees, and my (poorer) elbows

The other bruises are just my vulnerable skin's response to crawling about within the indoor playground. 

Saturday, December 14, 2013

Christmas is really coming

It isn't just the fact that you are reading the numbers on your calender creeping towards the number 25. But that the drinking and feasting are lined up day after day with gifts being exchanged and laughter, love and happiness is all around.

Last night was one where the husband held a party at our home while I was out for my company party. And today kicked started the first of several gatherings of our friends, as well as that of our kid's little friends. 

*hums it's beginning to look a lot like Christmas ....


Friday, December 13, 2013

Feeling a lot like Christmas

Things have been hectic, admittedly not all bad. Some of it was the trip away, catching up on lost time with the kids and husband, work... And though I know that it's already (already!) December, it only happened tonight. 

That fuzzy feeling that creeps up on you and you feel it. 

The husband was reading his book in the balcony, the living room floor was littered with wrappers, gifts, tape, stationery... I had an elf helper who was half-distracted in her role and did an, umm, endearingly child-like version of her task of labeling gifts, and my little son was knocked out missing out on all the night action as is his usual style (that boy sleeps when he wants to). 

And when the bottom of the tree started filling up with presents, and despite my exhaustion, I felt it. 

That feeling of Christmas and love and chilled beers and cool wine and laughter and it was all in my heart and home.