You’ve seen him before. Puppy was the star of my “how to fix a stuffed animal’s nose in 4 easy steps” tutorial a few years ago. He was getting a little thin around the neck and shoulder area, and my daughter asked if I could add some extra stuffing.
It wasn’t hard. Once I pulled apart the well-loved fur and found a seam I could open, that is. I suggested adding some reinforcement fabric to the inside, too, because he’s taken up bungee jumping off the stairs and I worry about the thin spots. My daughter said no thanks.
However, she did request another nose. I think that makes number four.
We made it eight years without an elf. Last year, my daughter took matters into her own hands and bought one for herself. I’m not against having an elf. It’s just that I’m not good at remembering these things. I have to put a stickie note on my bathroom mirror so I don’t forget about the Tooth Fairy, and sometimes she’s busy and misses our house anyway.
I’ve set a daily alarm for this little pixie. I’m also starting a photo project. Maybe if I hold myself accountable for posting daily pictures of our elf, we’ll make it through the season without too many “bad snowstorms at the North Pole” morning after excuses.
I call this one Time to get rid of the Halloween gingerbread house.
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I posted the above status that to facebook last Thursday late morning. I didn’t want to cook. Earlier in the week I was hoping I could convince my family to go out for dinner. They said no. I have to say I was proud of the fact that I did all of the grocery shopping without a list. That’s probably because I took the easy way out for most everything I made — except for the pumpkin pie and stuffing. They are the two most important parts of the meal.
My daughter was playing Minecraft and my husband was still asleep. (He was sick. I let him sleep in.) I was in the kitchen and lonely and decided to live-gram cooking in the hopes that social media would keep me company. Facebook did not disappoint.
Here is my dinner in 8 steps. I don’t plan to live-gram all of my holiday meals, but if I do, you can find me here.
We’re about half way through summer and bedtime is whenever we collapse from exhaustion. Sometimes we go to bed still covered in chlorine and sunscreen. The adults have an extra glass of wine, and she somehow convinces us to have dessert every night. (For the record, the three of us could not finish this monstrosity. We put in a good effort, though.)
I can’t believe summer is half over already.