Our elf, Christopher Pop In Kins (get yours!) made his appearance on the first of December along with our Christmas tree. After the tree was decorated, his sister Christina joined us. But before that, we all settled in to watch Jim Carrey's Grinch. Mike and I exchanged a lot of sideways glances during the film...it's so interesting to see how much "Family movies" have changed over the years. We fell asleep that night to the howling of the wind. Storms this size are rare, and when we see one it's always as if for the first time.
We awoke to a much quieter morning and assessed the damage done in the dark of night. A large branch from our neighbors Oak had fallen into our yard, it's tan membranes as vivid as blood in the otherwise muted landscape. The girls wrote their letters to Santa. B asked if we could make sure to leave the fire off on Christmas Eve, "so Santa can safely get down the chimney...". That afternoon B and I attended a mom and daughter tea at a classmates home. The company was as nice as the respite from the weeks long rain.
Monday was beautiful...and freezing. School is still in session and the girls were excited to return even though I was ready to stay in bed a while longer. The dude had asked me to "be really excited when they see the elves this morning because I can't be there" and I tried my best. As it was I had to wake the kids up and rush them downstairs to "look for the elves" before they did it on their own and I missed them. They were so delighted to see the elves had cracked open the Santa letters and were reading them on the mantle. When we return from school the girls helped make cinnamon applesauce ornaments. It's easy but messy and the copious cinnamon began to irritate my hands.
Poor B was up all night feeling ill and somewhere around 3 am she started in with a full blown stomach flu. Needless to say, we were all pretty tired today...and B, once her stomach had settled some was falling asleep in fits and starts through out the house. We strung the ornaments, reserving two for their ballet instructor which were accompanied by a lovely card from Mae. B had just enough energy to voice some constructive feedback in the making of both but later was well enough to string our ornaments on the tree.