Archived: Rock star that I am...

Original Post Date: December 18, 2006
Well, well, well, well well well well well well. It would seem that I know a thing or two about making ornaments. The party was Friday night, and I do not mind telling all of you that my ornaments blew the other ornaments out of the water. My ornaments were what the other ornaments hope they will be when they grow up. I am the crafting rock star that I always knew I was.
I can’t believe Christmas is only a week away. Abby is old enough this year to understand the whole thing, and she is so excited. I have not wrapped any presents, because I know the minute they go under the tree they will be under siege by both of the kids. Ethan may not know what they are, but he is curious and FAST. Abby is just plain sneaky. My parents already have her presents wrapped and under their tree, and she spends every moment that she’s at their house trying to talk them into letting her open one. I don’t know if she’s going to make it until Christmas Day. She talks about Christmas ALL the time. Actually, she’s usually singing about it. The girl LOVES to sing, and she knows lots of Christmas songs. She performs medleys when we’re in the car. Sometimes she requests backup, sometimes she needs to be a solo act. We just smile and sing “Joy to the World” for the millionth time and thank our lucky stars that no one has taught her the alternative Jingle Bells yet (Jingle bell, Batman smells…).
Ethan is SO close to taking his first step. Once he does, I’m fairly sure I will be running for the next 17 years. He’s also started saying “uh-oh”—appropriate, since he usually says it when he’s throwing his toys. This boy business is more than I bargained for sometimes. But hey, I can handle it—I’m a rock star!