So here I sit…

Last night while sitting on the couch with my maine man, I made a lot of plans. Plans to wake up and go to the gym, then to Portsmouth to get my brand new glasses fixed (arg), then home, then bowling, then de-christmas-fying, then dinner, then painting. Sooooo…here I sit. I have already missed my opportunity to do both the gym and glasses and if I sit any longer I will miss my gym window, as well. But I am sitting at our dining room table, looking out at the sun on the snow, listening to the mix of the Sound of Music on the t.v. and the music on Steve’s computer, sipping my coffee-full from a made for me breakfast, and thinking why would I want to leave all this?

Happy Holidays! Hope you are all enjoying your time as much as me!

It’s all relative.

5 days without power can bring the best of us to our knees for a moment or two. Can’t it? In actuality-I made it through 4 days with little fuss-a tad bit of whining, but for the most part-determination to stay positive and calm. I didn’t even cry on the night I was outside every hour and a half filling the generator with gas because there was a leak in the seam of the gas tank. Not a whimper…okay…maybe a couple swears, but swearing is tough. In fact it wasn’t until Tuesday morning things started crumbling. As people around us began getting power back and declaring with such relief, that I began to think there was someone out there messing with me.
Tuesday morning brought more rain, a broken ipod, lint covered clothes discovered AT the gym because that is what happens when you pack clothes in the dark, no towel—so the gym supplied wash cloth towel used instead, all the other tiny things that resulted in me dissolving in tears in front of my vice-principal. Who is a pretty big guy and his best efforts involve slapping me on the back violently and handing me a tissue, but with all sincerity and concern. The rest of the day involved me telling every person who said they got power back, that well guess what I still don’t have power. Big of me, I know.
Happily, as I was shopping with my student council kids for our Sharing Tree at school, with said back slapping Vice Principal, Steve called to say that the Gods (CMP) had delivered unto us….Electricity. So we promptly went to the Lamberts to eat good food and drink some wine followed up with a ladies night with more wine and the exchange of cell phone numbers to be each others back ups in future events. And that is what these events are good for aren’t they? They remind us what is important…on who we can rely…enjoying the games of hide and seek with flashlights in the dark. Watching Princess Bride for the first time on my computer surrounded by candles…hearing Molly analyze that Fezzig didn’t really want a peanut…he was just rhyming. The solace of knowing your parents are still there to encourage, support, and commiserate even when you are 37. The feeling of comfort when your brother and father in law show up to help your husband fix the generator with the help of a neighbor. The pizza shared and enjoyed after some true Maine-gineering…

Tonight, as the snow swirls, the first of two storms to hit this weekend…I am peaceful. Christmas doesn’t feel that big…it just is. Because really I have all I need.

Christma-fying has begun!!!

This weekend has marked our entrance into the world of Christmas. As I told Steve last night as we drove home from a friend’s house and the kids screamed “LIGHTS” at every opportunity, I always forget how much I like this time of year. Somehow at some point, I have a little “OH” moment where I realize that there is something to be said for the spirit of Christmas. And that moment this year was last night.

We had a full day of Christmas. The day began with Breakfast with Santa at our community center. Somehow our PTO has pull with the big guy. It was really a good event. After the breakfast, the kids got to make a Christmas book mark and write a letter to Santa. Beautiful day, good friends, and Santa.





We had been planning to go cut our own tree again this year. This morning, I looked at Steve and he looked at me, as we were talking about the plan for the day, and said “how about just getting our tree at Riverside this year?” He agreed whole-heartedly. So we took our business to a local business and bought ourselves the third tree we looked at and 10 mins later we were on our way home. And if I do say so myself…a perfect little tree, indeed.

And yep…the Christmas magic keeps rolling in the form of our newest addition to the family. Meet Starling, our new scout elf, straight from the North Pole. He keeps a watch on our doings throughout the day and each night FLIES back to the North Pole to give Santa an update. When he returns he hides himself in a different spot and the girls have to find him each morning. This is where they found him today after his first flight. Sneaky little fellow.

Quote of the day…from a very upset Molly…upset because I was making her wear the Santa Rocks shirt. As she sat crying she wailed the following…
“But I don’t LIKE SANTA!! I mean, I LIKE SANTA…I just don’t want to wear him on my shirt!!!!”

Hope you all are enjoying the Season!!!