Sorry about the blog silence here… I feel a little bit like I’m in a cast and can’t find my crutches. Meanwhile, there are Christmas letters to write and piles of mail on my desk to dig out and kindergarten presentations on Guatemala (let alone my own processing of the trip), and we’re already halfway through the first week of Advent.
But that’s where the traditions come in to help us– my mom pulled out all her decorations (saving me the trouble of digging through the mountains of boxes) and set things up, and the children are off and running on their Advent traditions. I didn’t make it to Trader Joe’s for gold coins while we were in Chicago last week, but I did find two St Nicholas books at the library. And we can probably manage a batch of sugar cookies cut into mitre hats.
So without further ado, I have a few photos of Advent doings around here.
Pretty: My parents’ Christmas decorations. My favorite it the olive wood crèche.
Happy: I made these little Advent people (they’re just felt with beans and stuffing inside) when SweetP was a baby. They were the first things she asked for when the other kids said it was Advent.
Funny: here’s what my medical assistant was making yesterday while I was seeing patients.
Real: Can you see how big Jonah’s hands are here? Just a week (or maybe 13 years) he was the baby lying on the floor giggling up at the Christmas tree. Now he’s the one we tap to decorate the top of the tree. Time’s a-flying, friends, so who cares about the mounds of stuff on the desk? Not I.
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