ding dong merrily on high

Ohmegosh my kids are noisy.  Even though I yelp occasionally like a puppy who has their tail stepped on I love these sweet holly-days.  They are really growing up and their humor has a bite (I dunno where they got that) my mouth has hurt all week from laughing.  And sometimes I am laughing at stuff that a mother shouldn’t tolerate. 

Though the gifts have long been opened I am happy there is still a festive feel to these days.  I am not one to take the tree out the day after Christmas, by the time I pack everything up it has a nice coating of dust.  Winter is so long, I have never understood the haste one feels to put Christmas back in a box so quickly. 

Sam likes to bake.  I like to eat sweets.  It works out nicely, don’t you think? 

His sisters were really in his space in the kitchen today telling him he was marbling his brownies all wrong and he just stood there while they high-pitched-voiced their directions over each other and then did it his own way.  It’s like he has a mute button for them.  He is a nice boy and I’m glad he’s still cute and little and not sweaty and smelly like most teenage boys.  

We went to go shopping in Oklahoma which even after three years still makes me break out in song.

OOOOKLAHOMA, WHERE THE

WIND COMES SWEEPIN

DOWN THE PLAINS

But my husband took some side roads and instead of looking at the Le Creuset at Williams Sonoma we looked at this western stuff and ate BBQ.  

 

 

I liked this area.  Whenever we come across an area that has stayed true and independent it makes me happy.  So many of our towns look too much alike with the same department stores and urban sprawl.

We did end up looking at Williams Sonoma (too expensive) and seeing Santa (too fake).  Henry was so full of fear and adrenaline I thought he was going to pee his pants. 

See you next year!