Hungry for details on what we've been up to during the long, unscheduled radio silence of the last month?
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Lucy has a talent for naming her dolls unconventionally and unforgettably. One of her favorites is called First Day of Christmas. A few days ago, she was carrying the doll through the kitchen when Nora stopped her.
Nora, pointedly and with relish: You can't play with her.
Lucy: I can, too! It's still Christmas.
Nora: Maybe so, but it's not the First Day.
Lucy, who is often reflexively contrary: Is so.
Nora: It isn't either the first day of Christmas! She's off limits until next year.
Lucy: Ahhhhh! (bursts into tears)
Nora, matter-of-factly: I guess you should have thought about that when you named her. If you'd named her Epiphany, it would all be okay.
Sam, coming in to see what the drama is all about: Well, almost. In a few days, anyway.
Tears. Wails. Sobs.
As you can probably tell by the previous vignette, my children have inherited my hang-ups about doing things correctly.
Listening to them, I couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry. What struck me most about their unkindness to poor Lucy was how similar it sounded to my own thoughts about some of my neighbors. I've made no secret of my Big Uncharitable Feelings about the Giant Santa Inflatable at the end of the street, who made his first appearance the day after Halloween and was replaced before new year's by a large polar bear holding a heart. Nor did I attempt to disguise my annoyance at being unable to buy peppermints in Wal-mart the day before Christmas- they were busy putting away all the "holiday" decorations to make room for the Valentine's candy, and they hadn't put the Christmas stuff on clearance just yet, so it Just Wasn't Available.
They do have Cadbury Eggs, though. On an endcap, too, so you can't miss them.
They do have Cadbury Eggs, though. On an endcap, too, so you can't miss them.
Why do they have to rush everything? And why does it bother me so much?
Really, I could be just a little more charitable while I wait.
Barring that, I could practice gratitude. At least there are no President's Day-themed inflatables yet.
- visited Christmastown with family
- took a pajama ride to look at holiday lights around town
- went to the Christmas parade with good friends
- hosted a spirited fiesta for Our Lady of Guadalupe with twice as many kids as adults (and Mexican hot chocolate)
- attended Christmas Eve Mass at the Cathedral
- traveled to visit both of our families (and listened to a lot of great Christmas music in the car)
- made and ate a gingerbread village, populated by such residents as Santa, Jacob Marley's ghost, my Gramp, and the Headless Horseman
- stayed in a hotel with a glass elevator and a heated indoor pool (the high point of celebrating, as far as our kids were concerned) and complimentary cooked-to-order breakfast (the high point of celebrating, as far as I was concerned)
- baked a ton of cookies
- ate and gave away a ton of cookies
- got on a first-name basis with our UPS delivery guy (maybe because of the cookies)
- ate way too many Reese's Cups (that was just me)
- completed a Master's of Social Work degree (that was just George, but I'm still rejoicing!)
- visited the Basilica in Washington, DC for Mass on January 1st
All in all, it was a great holiday break. We celebrated well this year. I just don't feel quite ready to stop yet.
Liturgically Correct Self: It's Epiphany. You really need to take down the tree before book club this weekend. You've never been one of those leave-it-up-til-Candlemas people, and this is no time to start.
Hey, Just Calm Down Self: Oh, come on. It's pretty. The kids are enjoying it. And besides, we were gone almost all of the 12 Days. We didn't really get to enjoy it.
Liturgically Correct Self: You sound depressed. Stop being so lazy.
Liturgically Correct Self: OK, enough with the Christmas music already. Jesus is born, and now it is time to move on.
Hey, Just Calm Down Self: These events are outside of human time. Jesus was born and IS born and never stops being born, really...it's the Incarnation! I refuse to be limited by your human understandings and chronology. And I waited so long to start playing Christmas music because of Advent...the kids are just learning the words to these songs!
Liturgically Correct Self, rolling her eyes: What in the world is happening to you?
Basically, if you come over any time in the next few weeks, there will still be some signs of Christmastide. Maybe even big ones. I'm not apologizing for it...but I am realizing that it probably never mattered quite as much as I thought it did. Being correct isn't everything, and it isn't even that fun most of the time.
our favorite snow books in the hopes that it might influence the forecast. If you're local and hoping against snow, don't be mad- we'll just cancel each other out (except that little kids hoping for snow have more influence than grumpy grownups who don't want it to come...you'll just have to work a little harder than we will to get your point across to the Guy in Charge of the Weather).
The girls and I read Katy and the Big Snow by Virginia Lee Burton today for the first time. It was oddly detailed about the various trucks and vehicles involved in snow removal, but the girls LOVED it!
They immediately set about building a road with the wooden blocks in our living room. Nora pulled out half a roll of toilet paper and layered it carefully on top of the road to be the snow, then borrowed Felix's smallest bulldozer and started "plowing" the road with it. It was amazing to watch...especially because if I had suggested it, they would have refused to do anything of the sort. There were no princesses or mommies and babies involved at all, either- just growling and tooting and roaring trucks pushing snow-covered blocks all over the carpet and towing each other out when they got stuck. And Felix, who shared his bulldozer without incident, ran through the whole scene over and over with his arms above his head, yelling, "KATY!" with great gusto.
|Sam, who is often blurry, is blurry.|
I realized last month that my hair has gotten really long. It's halfway down my back. It was shoulder length when Felix was born. Now he's almost 18 months old, and I haven't had it cut in over a year.
|He was so much littler! My hair was so much shorter!|
These are things that happen when you aren't paying attention.
The thing is, I am a short hair person. I haven't really had long hair since high school (except a brief time while I was growing it out for my wedding, which now just seems silly. Why do people do that?) Short hair works for my life and my head and the shape of my face. That's why my blog picture still has short hair (well, that and the fact that I haven't made the time to update it in a while)- my mental image of myself is of a person with short hair. I cut it above my ears years before Sam was born and loved it, so I kept it that way.
Sometime after the twins were born (or maybe after they became toddlers, because oh.my.goodness), it became really hard to go and get haircuts every five or six weeks, and I started letting it grow. Now that it's really long, I have two choices: cut it all off again, or figure out what in the world to do with it.
I talked to my sister about this over Christmas. She's stopped using shampoo and says her hair is softer and lovelier than ever. She's using a natural bristle brush and baking soda and eggs and vinegar instead of shampoo, and the whole thing terrifies me just a bit.
I decided to start by buying a brush- a real brush with boar bristles, like people who really care about their hair use. (That's what y'all do, right?) I typically just comb my hair after I wash it and then put it up or braid it, but I guess maybe I could put forth a little more effort? I've been behaving like a person with short hair who just happens to find herself with long hair. Having a decent brush seemed like a reasonable first step toward reform.
What do you do, long-haired readers? Please share your advice. If I'm going to commit to being a long-haired writer, I need to figure out how to manage it.
And if I'm not, I really, really need a haircut.
How is that even possible? Wasn't it just Christmas? Didn't I just finish saying that it's still Christmas at my house? I guess I need to get my act together.
What are you reading/doing/praying/becoming this year for Lent? Point me in the right direction, please, because I am still eating candy canes from my stocking (and mini Reese's Cups from Felix's stocking, because toddlers can't appreciate mini Reese's Cups and are not entitled to have them) and am not feeling ready for this at all.
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