last minute...

i have a weird little notebook i keep in my purse.
it's kind of like 'the little black book of my life'.
anything from grocery lists, to notes about what to do tomorrow, to kate's 3 year check up measurements, various phone numbers that aren't labeled so i never remember who they are when i look back...it's all scribbled through this notebook.
i never lose it. can you believe it?
anyway. in it this year, i wrote the gift list.
the list was about the normal length, except with a few extras....principal, secretary, after school care people...the list goes on...
i couldn't figure it out.

i didn't want to do gift cards, i didn't necessarily have the time to craft something from scratch...

i was just at a stand still. every time i thought of it. i heard crickets.
then target came to my rescue.
10 pretty ornaments, in a tube.

5 bucks.

SOLD!
played with a little card stock and some old scrapbook paper and got this...

tacked on a little verse about the true meaning of Christmas and VIOLA!
a little something for Anne to give out.
nothing major. less then a dollar a person.
Cool.
~chat soon!
i do not claim this to be an original idea...i just don't know that i have seen the exact idea anywhere in particular. so if i recreated your idea and didn't cite it. let me know...i'll make sure you get the credit! :)

Cookie Time

The past week I have only worked two days.
Thanks to Mother Nature.
I'm not complaining.
In fact, I could use just one more day...
We did some baking.
Kate and I worked extra hard one of the days Anne was at school (poor thing, she had to go.)
We had a blast, and Kate is getting so cute, I could just pop!

The Pagent

This past Thursday was Anne's Christmas Pagent.
It was an old fashion pagent, garland halo's, angel wings, the whole sha-bang.
Anne held the roll of "Wooly Sheep".
If you know Anne, even a touch, she is very animated, very much a performer, except when she actually has to perform. (hence the boring pictures) Proof in the pudding at last years pagent as well. :)Anne's teacher Mrs. Dittmer wrote a book last year called "Angel, Angel".
The pagent was a simple reproduction of the book.
Very sweet.

Another one bites the dust.

Tooth number 3 that is! :)
Fun times.
~chat soon!

WHAT SHE SAID...

So I have been trying, for days, to come up with something profound.
I know what I want to say, but I can't get it to sound right.
Then I read this.
And all I have to say is AMEN SISTER! :)
~chat soon!

Basketball debut

So, a few weeks back, Basketball season started at CCLS.
A few of the parents asked if Anne was going to play.
I quickly responded with 'Oh no! She has broken arm...'
One of the parents said, 'it would be fine, don't be a stick in the mud...'
Adam and I talked about and decided we should ask Anne.
She immediately responded. 'NO WAY, I will just watch!' (that's my girl!)
Well, the first night of practice came and Anne realized that all her friends that stay after school with her went to practice...she put two and two together and realized she would like to play.
We made a couple calls/emails and she is now a CCLS Charger.
The first game was Saturday.
I was really interested on how these little 5 year olds would do.
They had their bumps, but overall I was quite surprised at how well they did. (it didn't show in the score though.) :(
I was also surprised by me. I was that mom. Yelling GOOOOOOO! ARMS UUUUUUUUUUUUP! GOGOGOGOGOGOG! SHOOT! Sheesh. Apparently, I am a closet basketball fan and didn't even know it.
Either way, it was a fun time.
~chat soon!

A Sighting

So, I have been known to be a stick in the mud with certain things.
That is okay with me.
It works for us.
One of the things I guess you can say I'm a muddy stick about is the whole Santa visit.
I don't remember doing it as a kid. I remember seeing Santa, but I don't remember waiting in long lines for my parents to pay a lot of money for someone to take a picture.
That being said, we don't really do it either.
The last several years we went to work where they had a visiting Santa. (my work or a party)
No crowds, not too much screaming, not an arm and a leg to pay for the picture(in fact, I think I just took it myself).
This year, we have a conflict with the breakfast with Santa at work.
He must have known that because he came to Anne's last dance class before the Christmas break.
Anne was the lucky girl along with her friend Madison that got to open the door when they heard his bells. If you look closely at the pictures you just feel the excitement (and see the blur of them running/jumping.)
Kate was very subdued until she met him. Even then, she wouldn't touch him, Anne had to be the 'middle man'.
~Chat soon!