We have just lost all our snow to a warm spell and some rain. The children are not happy at all. Neither am I, really; I need snow to get into the spirit of the season. HRH hung up our Christmas lights two weeks ago on a beautifully warm 15 C day, and we plugged them in on the first day of December. After this moderately insane weekend of dress rehearsal, rescheduled piano rehearsal, and cello recital, we will bring in the boxes of Christmas stuff and start decorating. That will help.
We are pretty much set, gift-wise. The kids are covered, or we are in the process of collecting the very last little things we need (there is a surprise coming for Sparky, oh, yes there is, one that is just about equivalent to the HO scale train set he got a couple of years ago). One of our goddaughters is done; the other two will be done in a week or so. My parents are covered; HRH is in charge of figuring out what’s happening for his parents.
As for one another… I paid for half his new leather jacket at Thanksgiving as my early Yule gift to him, and he bought me a set of knitting needles that I have been tracking from the sender for over a week now. And today the Canada Post website told me that my needles are in the city! The people who thought up parcel tracking via website were either geniuses or evil individuals who liked to torture others. The parcel is so close, but it’s Friday and it’s not marked as out for delivery, so now I have to wait all weekend for them to arrive, which will probably happen next Monday. And if the seller wrapped them in Christmas paper, liked she joked she would, it will be even worse, because then they will be in the house but I will feel badly about opening a wrapped Christmas gift before Christmas itself. Because yes, of course I will want to look at them, and even use them.
Owlet’s monthly post is a couple of days late and will go up this weekend, because I wanted to include the very exciting Move To a Big Girl Bed that is happening tomorrow. I’m washing her new sheets and coverlet right now.