At lunch today, Katie prayed, “Dear God, please let it snow. Let it snow so much that it just keeps snowing and snowing and Daddy has to stay home from school tomorrow and we can all stay home and we can cuddle together and be home.”


I’m Doing It Again

Roaming. It’s 11:52 pm and I couldn’t fall asleep. For some weird reason I continue to think about the project. And think, and think, and think, and think. And I’m still nervous about it. I don’t know why.

So here I am, mindlessly surfing. Because it’s too late to do anything productive in the house and too cold to get out from under the blanket from which I’m currently placed. What I want to do is shut my brain off and go to sleep.

Instead I’ll share something hilarious to me that won’t really be to anyone else because I can. We have an ancient game of Boggle (left over from my own game stash as a kid). The girls have never played with it the real way because the real way is hard for young kids and I’ve never taught them how. But they love the letter cubes and spend a lot of time making up words with them.

One of them had it in the van today and was doing just that and I said something like, “I should probably teach you how to play it the real way sometime soon.” Chloe asked why I hadn’t done it before and I said that it was because she was so young and I thought she should be older before she’d get it. She took on a tone of exasperation and said, “Mo-o-o-ommmmmm, I’m only 7 years away from 14 and that’s pretty old.”

Made me laugh, that.


Cheese Ball

Say Cheese

Say Cheese! – Leftover cheeseball from last night’s meeting. We’ve eaten it for both lunch and dinner (ahem). I also had cookies leftover, but at least had the foresight to take them to the kids’ art class today and get rid of them pronto.

Because I am the ultimate cheeseball, I  gave  our Christmas card photo and some votive candles I made last year and were (amazingly) already packaged up to the guys to take home to their wives. Now who in the world gives girly gifts to a group of men? Someone who had only four hours of sleep the night before and was in desperate need of doing something Christmassy since she has heretofore not been able to I guess.

Now then, could someone come over here and put this cheeseball out of its misery so I’ll start eating something else for meals?