What did I say about enjoying the holiday season and not stressing? Sigh. I actually am not stressing out too much. More such thinking about all that needs to be done, shaking my head and still trying to keep everything fun and special.
This weekend we stayed home. We've been Internet shopping fools. I got Hillary's birthday present (it is on the way, dear, but might not make it exactly before your birthday), Christmas presents for the girls (although I already have to send some back because I got the wrong games for the Leapster Explorer for Peanut. Could they make it anymore confusing?) and a baby present for a college friend who had her first baby this weekend (congrats, T and M!)
I don't know that I will shop any other way but the Internet from now on. Even paying shipping costs is totally worth it to me.
I've also been cleaning, giving the house a much needed wipe down. The husband has been trying to persuade me to have someone come in once a month to clean our house. I just can't. While I hate cleaning more than anything in the world and really don't have time, I just feel weird about paying someone to do it for me. And having a stranger in my house. But after two days of cleaning, I am warming to the idea.
We did get our Christmas tree yesterday. We go to a family farm nearby every year and cut down the tree. There is a lovely gentleman who has to be in his 80s who owns the place (or maybe his sons own it now). He's always out there and always so friendly that we love going to talk to him. Peanut just want to go because they have free popcorn.
Popcorn in hand. Mouth running. All is right with the world.
Baby's first Christmas tree experience.
Cutting down the tree.
Oh, HEY. Look at this. Gizmo learned to CLIMB on TOP of the coffee table. BY HERSELF.
Putting the star on the tree.
Peanut came down the stairs this morning, rubbing her eyes and asked, "Did Santa bring my presents yet?" It's a good thing December will fly by.