mr. sugar

“Weston, do you know that you are my only kid left that holds my hand?” I ask my son as we walk along, hands clasped.
In profound sincerity, he answers,”I would do anything to hold your hand, Mom.”

do jelly bellies fly?

the answer is yes, jelly bellies certainly can fly.

they are most proficient at flying when the starting point is within  a glass jar, perched about 7 feet up on a shelf in the pantry.  even better, is when the glass jar is sitting atop a blue glass cake stand.  more specifically, a blue glass cake stand that your mom gave to you when your first baby boy was born.  (because she knew you loved cake stands and now you needed a blue one to go with your pink ones.)

if the glass jar and the cake stand happen to fall (when you are trying to reach for the jar to set out for an spring treat in your kitchen) you will surely then witness the flight of a jelly belly.  some may fly up to fifteen feet of the pantry.

there is quite a mess to clean.

and little tears wet your eyelashes over that blue glass cake stand as you think on the gift of a thoughtful mother.

and a hand to be cut once or twice as you clean.

there are also juicy pear jelly bellies to be rescued from the glass and debris.

but you have seen jelly bellies fly.

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morning glory

in trying to wake my son this morning, he confides in me “do you know what I like to do?” one eye opened, the other squinty.  “I like to take my first look at the world and then go back to sleep.”

NYE moment

keaton SLAMS the piñata in two pieces with one swing!  I think the neighbors down the street may have heard the WHACK…atta boy!

at the family kickball game

we aren’t the first picked for the teams, but we look good in gray.

seriously, the typewriter was a cool gift.

Christmas Favorites

the anticipation

the $2 fishing pole keaton bought at our neighbor, chuck’s, garage sale.  It was the first thing he picked for his dad to open.

the hugs

the {unexpected} light aqua vintage typewriter

the homemade aprons from mom.

going to church together to worship and remember what this day is all about.

the 24th

Christmas Eve never seems to have enough hours.

There is so much to cram into one day.

I always start off the day by going to the bread store to get my bread bowls for soup that night.  I brought two helpers along with me so they could smell the heavenly bread store smells on this Christmas Eve’s morn.

Then the traditionalists that we are, we went for mexican food for lunch.

This was, of course, just a  precursor to the next holiday-ish activity:

SHOOTING!

Who doesn’t go shooting on Christmas eve????

On the way home, Weston insisted we must make homemade cookies for Santa.

We just have to.

So we did.

(I was hoping to let this one slide by and make do with an already made goody for the jolly guy…but the boy was so emphatic)

We round out the evening with creamy chicken noodle soup in bread bowls, reading Luke 2, opening new jammies and watching the old B&W version of A Christmas Carol. 

It is one of my favorite days of the year because it is so full…of  us.

the boys build a house

a gingerbread house, that is.

at first glance, it seems a fine little house, obviously adorned with only the candies and cheap fondant that came in the kit.

and a little powdered sugar. 

but…

at second glance

you see what I like to call

ingenuity.

yes, indeed

ingenuity and powered sugar take everyday and turn it to exceptional.

(the budding geniuses)