|Wine bags and keychains made as a hostess gift for a cookie swap party. Wholesome!|
|Pieces and a messy table! Ooooo.|
|Christmas kid crafts. Paint makes me crazy. But that which doesn't kill me makes me stronger.|
|Trip to NH for Christmas. Dinner @ Rudi's with Uncle Andy.|
|Sweet ass Paw Patrol shirts avec capes.|
|Christmas dinner at my sister-in-law's family's house. I think they only regretted the invite a litte.|
|E. + Nutcracker = True Love|
|Introduced the kids to Excitebike.|
|It snowed. She was very little help.|
|My little angel|
|Another quilt top!|
|Not quilting. Splashing.|
|E.'s favorite hiding place.|
|B. reads to E. My work here is done.|
|I can't get enough of the cupee doll hair.|
|Hilarious pic of child trying to climb into a tiny car.|
|Terrible bowling selfie.|
Given the way the world is going right now (spoiler alert: I am not a fan of POTUS45. No arguments, no apologies, that's just the way it is), I need to put my time and efforts towards whatever good I can, even if it's not really good, but just something that keeps me off of Facebook and Twitter. And Candy Crush. But that's not Drumf's fault, I've got to own that one.
So. I'm attempting to make a "bullet journal." Kind of. Right now it's terrible but I'm hoping I can put together something that will be useful, functional, and helpful to focus me to get more shit done so I can clear the cobwebs out a little more regularly. Expectations are set low.
Also: I've set back to transcribing my parents' war letters. Now, I'm not only typing up the whole letter, but I've started another document where I clip out highlights. Here's one that completely undid me the other day (from Dad to Mom, 12/8/1969):
I’ll try to be brave around Christmas time, but I know it’s going to be depressing and sad being away from you on our first Christmas as a married couple. But think of all the other wonderful Christmases we’ll have. With unnumbered little Rays sneaking downstairs at 5:30 in the morning to see if Santa made it. That’s what I really look forward to. Our little kiddoes. Smarter & prettier & stronger than their folks ever were. Prettier than Mommy’s going to be a tough act to follow, too.
Right??? Ahhhhh. So f*ing sweet.
But then I got to his next letter and I was met with the thing that I'd most dreaded and was pretty much the reason that I'd waited so long to start digging in to this project and oh no oh no oh no I can't unread what I read and it wasn't that bad but I still didn't want to go anywhere near it and let's just say I will NOT be transcribing that part of his letter and God willing I'll be able to drink heavily enough in the near future to forget about it.
Anyway. Happy 2017. Let's hope we all make it out alive.