First of all, it's beyond freezing cold out. Luckily, there hasn't been much snow---but the wind chill? Holy gosh, it's enough to have all the elderly packin' their bags and heading to Florida.
And let me just say, WHAT were we thinking when we built this house? They gave us all these cutesy options to make our house thatmuchbetter(orworse), and when we chose vaulted ceilings in our bedroom--on the THIRD FLOOR of our house? We were clearly delusional. Like, brand new first time homebuyers delusional. "Oh, vaulted ceilings are so pretty! and grand looking! Of course we must have a vaulted ceiling!"
But no one told us in winter we'd have to wear long-johns to bed, snuggle under 400 blankets, and turn our heated mattress pad on the highest number as to make every effort not to die from frost bite.
And honestly? If it was just as easy as turning up the heat (it's not), we'd obviously do it. The problem is, if we turn the heat up too high, poor Emeline would literally wake up in a pool of sweat. No kidding. Her room is like an easy bake oven x1000. Poor kiddo.
Therefore, we freeze.
If for any reason it appears I've gone missing, just come check my bedroom--as it's likely I've just turned into a block of ice.
Peas. Guess who ate peas? Don't look at me. I don't eat peas. [No, really--I don't.] But, my baby? Yep. Last night she was all gobbling up her peas. Which is funny---because only a few days before she was gagging at the mere site of peas. I honestly couldn't blame her. But, I heard that still, small voice in me say "Go ahead momma--try the peas again." I did. And HER MOUTH WAS OPEN LIKE A BABY BIRD. It was so cute. She just wanted more. It was oh so green. Peas. Ew. But my girl? She liked them. Go figure.
My efforts to get in the Christmas spirit yesterday were pretty good. I'd give myself an A for effort, if I had to be all self-critical-like. From the second I woke up, I blasted Christmas music. This surely helped my mood a bit. I addressed all my cards (gasp. I KNOW.), but I've yet to put a stamp on them. It took me almost three hours to address them for multiple reasons. A. I was distracted by other things. B. Yes, I handwrite my addresses versus printing/label system. Ancient. I know. C. I have no "c". Um? okay. Yea.
But, they're done. Not completely done as they're still sitting all over my counter---but mostly. The hard part is done.
Then? We went out and did a little bit of Christmas shopping. We only went to Kohls. But, let me just give a little shoutout because I do love me some Kohls. For me? It's like one-stop shopping. It's almost as dangerous on my wallet as Target.
And then--to top it off?
After we put Emeline to bed, I
we wrapped Christmas gifts. AKA: "The great stiff back of 2010" occurred. Seriously, is there any way to not hunch over on the floor wrapping gifts?? Am I doing something wrong? Because, ohhh my back poor achey back.
See? Christmas Spirit abounds.