Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Zak and Eliot are at the breakfast table singing "I'm not a morning person". I think it is an original song. I'm not appriciating it right now since I've only downed 1 cup of coffee (a rewarmed cup from yesterday).
Last night I made Eliannah's Christmas robe. It is pretty plain so I think I'll spruce it up before I consider it totally finished. Today I go get fabric to make robes for the boys. They loved the ones I made a few years ago and completely wore them out.
Christmas is almost my least favorite time of year right now since this is the breakdown for the Holidays in our house
November 18th - my anniversary
Novemeber 21 - Eiot's birthday
November 22 - Thanksgiving
December 10 - Phillip's birthday
December 18 - My birthday
December 20 - Eliannah's birthday
December 25 - Zak's birthday / Christmas
December 31 - New Year's Eve
The kids end up getting so many gifts this time of year I feel like it is pointless to buy them anything but then I feel like a scrooge. This year I have a Christmas goal of giving them 3 gifts consisting of
1. a handmade gift (robes)
2. a toy
3. a misc. gift
Jesus only got 3 gifts right? The problem with having all our birthdays around Christmas is that the kids are tired of their toys and have outgrown their clothes by the time summer rolls around. A half birthday is difficult because it just seems so disconnected from their real birthday. Sigh ... I've also thought about shifting the December birthdays to January so that it will still feel like it is close to their birthdays. I don't know.
In other news Eliannah can now climb up to the top bunk of the bunk bed. My first clue that she could do this was when I overheard Eliot say to her, "Jump Eliannah, I'll catch you".
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