Because the girls aren’t big fans of traditional dinners, I decided to have a finger-food Christmas dinner this past year. For the first time, I think all five of us were full after. There were enough items to choose from that each of us found a favorite or two and was satisfied. I consider that a huge success! In the line-up, we had: bacon-wrapped water chestnuts, deviled eggs, spinach artichoke bites, cranberry and brie crostini, cocktail wieners, and apple pie. Oh yeah, I won that one! (more…)
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If you know Story, you know that her hair is part of her identity — fine, curly, wild, combed only a couple times a week, beautiful, and stubborn. I’ve been at a loss most of the time as to what to do with it (thank goodness messy buns have been in style), but sometimes I got it right. And when I did, boy, did I want to show it off. So did Story. She had perfected her head toss, making those curls catch the sunlight, especially when she wanted something. She loved her hair. Until one day.
As I write this, bubbles float by lazily; princesses in all shapes, colors, and sizes walk by; a magic-dusted castle turns color so gradually that you can’t be sure it really does; I hear at least five different languages being spoken; and my
mom, one sister, my daughter, and I relax and contentedly await a fireworks extravaganza. We are in Disney, folks, and it really is the most magical place on earth.
I’m a firm believer in magic and am testing the theory that what you are doing as the new year awakens is what will be prominent in your life for the coming year. Here’s to hoping our 2017 lives are filled with wonder, imagination, happiness, and of course, magic. And I wish the same for you and your children. Happy new year!
We are moms, so we are so proud of our children’s artworks, glittered cards, construction-paper ornaments, decorated letters, and exuberant finger paintings. And then to find out these creations are made just for us for Christmas, well, that just melts our hearts. That’s what the holiday is about, after all — love, togetherness, appreciation. We are sincere in our sentiments and take them very seriously.
And yet …
I take pride in being comfortable in my own skin. The unfortunate neighbor who glances at my house when I happen to be walking by an unshaded window knows this all too well. But it wasn’t until this weekend that I realized how uncomfortable in my clothes I have been.