On December 6, we celebrate St. Nick's Day. This is a tradition I grew up with. I remember my mom having us put our shoes by the door before bed and then waking up the next morning and seeing a small present or two inside.
This year, I had to modify it a little because mornings are rushed, and Connor leaves with Keith before the twins are up. So yesterday at the twins' nap time, I had the kids put their boots outside, then Connor went downstairs to watch his new favorite movie, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.
When the twins woke up, I told Connor to look outside the door.
They each got a Christmas book and a shirt.
Please ignore the chaos behind Colin. That's how it looks on the weekends in my house.
Due to Keira's extreme fear of being near Santa, we skipped the traditional Breakfasts with Santa in the area. Instead, we headed over to my parents' house on Saturday to have donuts and see Santa... from afar.
I have been wanting a new work bag for, well, ever. In fact, I told Keith recently that I really wanted the Thirty-One Cindy tote, but couldn't justify the price at this time. He mentioned that since I had been complaining about this for well over two years, I could use part of our tax refund to get a bag for myself. I was super excited, but wanted to make sure it was going to be money well spent.
I emailed my wonderful friend, MB, who confirmed that yes, the Cindy tote was a great bag, and..... there was a great deal going on this month as well!
*Please excuse the cell phone pictures, our computer is still broken and I (meaning Keith and the mess that his desk) still cannot find the camera cord.
Isn't it pretty? And no, I swear I did not hug the bag out of happiness when I first took it out of the box.
The inside has one zippered pocket,
as well as three deep open pockets.
There is nothing I like more than a bag with lots of pockets.
Take it easy, take it easy Don't let the sound of your own wheels drive you crazy...
My grandma died on Tuesday night. I was able to hold her hand and say goodbye. But life went on the very next day as though nothing had happened for the rest of the world. The day before, I had Keith take Keira to the doctor because she had been having stomach pain for 3 days. (Don't worry, she's fine.). Thursday morning, we were getting ready for school/work, and I saw that our fish had died. The twins brought Benny home from school a few years ago. They had Keith bury him in the yard, and hope to have him carve a memorial cross for their beloved betta fish. Keith is thrilled. ;) Work was extremely stressful this week. I barely had time to complete important projects, as I ran from meeting to meeting (or drove 2 hours one way for a meeting at another school). And Friday, I celebrated 6 months with my new little kidney.
This week was the busiest, craziest one we've had in quite awh…