On Sunday Reagan went with her grandparents to see the Springfield Ballet’s performance of The Nutcracker. She was enthralled. As if we didn’t have a dancer before she has now become a prancing, twirling, toe pointing not-so-little-girl. Nothing was done this evening without a ballerina twist on it.
We made Rudolph cupcakes and will deliver those to neighborhood friends tomorrow. I kept having to remind her that we don’t clean our fingers by licking them when we’re making food for other people. We’re no longer sick…it shouldn’t be a problem…cough, cough…
We’re contemplating rearranging the way we “do” Christmas. Christmas is about celebrating the birth of Jesus. Nothing should take away from that. I’m worried that the importance of presents might be doing just that. We’re thinking we may open presents and have Christmas dinner on Christmas Eve. We can still do stockings on Christmas morning (no, we don’t do Santa–and we’re not weird because we don’t do Santa). We’ll have Jesus’ birthday coffee cake for breakfast. What better way to start a day then by celebrating a birthday with cake! After that I’d like us to go visit VA patients or patients in the regular hospital. Then we can come home and eat leftovers from the Christmas Eve dinner. That seems like a much better way to celebrate the birth of God as He came to earth to be a man to live like we live and struggle with things that we struggle with…and managed to care about people each and everyday throughout the living and struggling.
NOW, if only my ham will thaw out quickly enough to eat it today instead of tomorrow…
Not So SAHM 