Ahhh it’s so good to be home. I loved our vacation to Arizona, and I especially loved the wonderful weather, but it’s nice to be back in my own bed, surrounded by my own stuff, and able to be on our own schedule. Miss GraciePoo may not agree with me. She no longer has Grandma around to give her anything she may want, and she’s rebelling against that a wee bit. Tonight’s battle involved eating her dinner. I know kids refuse to eat sometimes because the only things they can control is what goes in and what comes out, but since we’ve never once had issues with her eating, it’s a frustrating thing. It’s pretty sad when a 15-month-old eats twice as much in half the time as a five-year-old.
Also, Grace is getting a wee bit thin. Seriously, I never thought I’d give birth to a thin child, but thin she is. In fact, she takes a slim size in her pants because regulars are just too big on her. So she doesn’t have a huge reserve to rely on when she doesn’t eat, like Kurt and I do. I get that she isn’t going to starve, and she’ll eat when she gets hungry, but it’s still worrisome. See also: frustrating. We’ve just never had to deal with it before. And now all of a sudden we’re getting, “Oh, I don’t like this.” Kid, you ate three helpings of it yesterday. Hush your mouth and just eat already!
This week has been full of catch-up. (Not ketchup, mind; I’m not terribly fond of ketchup. In fact, during the whole of 7th grade I didn’t even eat it on my fries. True story.) Grace is back in school, thank goodness, and swim lessons too, while Kurt’s getting caught up on all the work he missed. Me, I’m trying to get motivated to get back into the housework groove, but it’s hard after having a week-and-a-half vacation of not having to be responsible for anything at all.
That said, I do have my house (sort of ) decorated for Christmas! The tree is up and decorated with all the lovely ornaments that I’ve acquired over the years, most of which come from an ornament swap involving some of my dearest friends. The bell wreath is on my front door, but I still need to find the garland that adorns the door itself. And I really need a new tree topper. I have this old topper that dates from the 1970s, one that features an angel surrounded by a circular gold wreath in which are set gold mini-bulbs. It doesn’t work anymore, though. I may have to get my own personal electrician to look at it, though I think he did a few years back and told me he couldn’t fix it. It’s a shame; it’s actually rather pretty.
I even have the stockings hung with the care, though not from the mantle. I stuck some hooks in the wall and used them to hang the stockings. I thought we were going to have to get a new one for ME this year, but instead we found one shaped like a cowboy boot in Arizona! It was perfect for Grace, especially since she is now the proud owner of her own pair of pink cowboy boots, courtesy of Grandma and Grandpa. Now it just remains to find some awesome stocking stuffers. I may just donate Kurt’s and my stockings to my parents, or buy them their own. How cool would it be to make up some fun stockings for my parents while they’re here?
Or am I the only one who thinks that would be a good idea? My dad’s sort of anti-Christmas. Bah.
But speaking of all things Arizonan, while in Tucson I was able to meet up with our own lovely Rosie, who drove up from Tombstone to meet the kids and Kurt and have lunch with us. And she brought me books!! Not that I need more books, but there’s nothing I like better than being given some books a friend has enjoyed. We had such a lovely time, and Gracie still wants to know when we’re going to hang out with Miss Rosie again.
Next up, Christmas! Are you ready?!