Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow!!! Growing up and living in the midAtlantic region means that snow is something we are familiar with, but we don’t encounter on a regular basis. It’s not like we’re living in Houston and a dusting of snow occurs once a decade. But, it also isn’t unreasonable that I don’t go out and purchase snow suits for my kids every winter either. We can typically anticipate seeing snowfall at least once a year.

As many of you with more than one child know, it’s often hard to find one on one time with your children. I’ve found you really have to be intentional, in order for it to happen. I’ve also found that it doesn’t always have to be a big elaborate event. Often it is just taking advantage of the few minutes of snuggle time when one child wakes up first in the morning, or after nap time.

What a full and festive weekend we had here at the circus! Friday night Scott and I got all dressed up for a fun and fancy Christmas party! We got to enjoy tasty appetizers, holiday drinks, and the opportunity to sit and chat with old friends. A super way to start the weekend. (Though the baby did not like the cheese dip I ate too much of and I paid for that with an upset stomach later that night).

I am reposting this post from last year because, it’s still what it’s all about and I love reminding myself of that as often as possible.  That’s What It’s All About… December 20, 2008 in Weekend Thoughts As we were getting ready to go to the tree lighting ceremony downtown my son asked, “Mom, can I tell Santa that he is not what Christmas is all about?” I love that as we anticipate Christmas, my kids know that we are preparing to celebrate Jesus’ birth.

That’s right folks… a little tiny baby bump is making his or her appearance into the world. I alluded to the fact earlier when I mentioned I was now in maternity clothes. And I figured, why not share this bump with the rest of you? Because for some unexplainable reason we seem to enjoy looking at others increasing waistbands and what other time in my life would I willingly post a picture of my belly for the world to see?

This year, I was looking for something simple and inexpensive that the kids could work together with me to make for their teachers. Too much to ask? I hoped not, but nothing was coming to me. And then I remembered this brittle that someone had brought to MOPS a few years ago. It uses saltine crackers. And you can pick up a box of Saltines at Aldi’s for 89 cents… which is perfect since I have to make gifts for SS and Bible Study teachers (times 3) plus neighbors and the tutorial teacher and “don’t forget my gymnastic teacher Mom!

What is it about stick of butter that my children find so irresistible? Why is it when I have the forethought to set the butter out on the counter to soften, my children see it as invitation to squish it? At least this time, they didn’t use their fingers and smear it all over the counters.   Thankfully, it wasn’t butter to be spread on bread, but instead I am hoping to bake some cookies this afternoon.

Few random thoughts to share with you, my dear readers… consider it some random musings or a brain dump, or catching up with an old friend you haven’t visited with for awhile, none the less, here’s my bulleted list of things which don’t quite make for a post on their own…. *I recently made the wonderful discovery of sharp Monterey Jack cheese. I’ve seen it mixed with cheddar in bags at the store, and knew you could put it in tacos or what not.

“To think that we were just the lucky few And all along I never even knew” – Bebo Norman Growing up, I didn’t realize how truly blessed I was. In fact, I don’t think it was till I went away to college that I truly recognized how good I had it. I was blessed to grow up in a home with two parents who truly loved each other as well as my brother and I.

Last week we were at my parents house and my son came into the kitchen quite exasperated from going to the bathroom. “Mom,” he complained, “can you puh-leeze tell the girls to put the seat up when they are done going potty? They keep leaving it down!” I had to laugh. Women have complained for years about men leaving the seat up, but never, never have I heard a complaint about us leaving it down.