On Monday, my daughter came home and told me she'd signed up to bring 2 dozen cookies to school.
"Sure, what's the occasion?" I asked.
"We're having a winter solstice party."
Ah, like the winter solstice parties of my youth. Filled with... um... uh... oh that's right, nobody celebrates winter solstice!
"What the heck is a winter solstice party?!" I yelled.
She shrugged. "The teacher said we can't call it a holiday party, so we call it a winter solstice party so no one is offended."
Oh, for the love of Tina Turner. I thought the entire point of saying 'happy holidays' was so that we didn't offend anyone.
Anyway, the point is moot because I'm offended by being asked to bake. So it didn't even work.
|Look at me, all full of winter solstice spirit!|
In our family scriptures at night, we started reading the story of Jesus' birth from Matthew. Matthew begins by giving the genealogy of Joseph, a.k.a. an entire page of "So-and-so begat So-and-so." That's thirty-nine 'begat's in all.
We slogged through it, read the rest of the chapter and discussed it a little bit, and at the end the 5-year-old asked, "So why did everybody forget everyone?"
One of my girls is allergic to peanuts, and we go back to the allergist every year to keep tabs on it.
The allergist mentioned that next year their clinic was starting to offer oral immunotherapy (OIT) and said my daughter would be a good candidate. He encouraged us to look into it and call the office if it's something we were interested in.
Basically, it's a new experimental therapy designed to desensitize kids to their allergens by giving them ever-increasing small doses of them over time.
With life being what it is, I haven't had one single minute to even sit down and research it, but I thought I'd pose it to you guys. Have you ever heard of OIT? Or know anyone who's done it?
We almost made it to Christmas without getting sick, but over the last few weeks we've been passing something around in our house and someone has been stuffy, achy, and tired every day.
As a result, all of the presents are still unwrapped, the kids are glued to the iPad all day long while I lay there moaning, and one of my daughters lost a shoe days ago and has just been wearing snow boots to school because I've been too tired to find them or take her shopping.
The baby is also at the delightful age where you can't tell whether he's having a grand mal seizure or just trying to get away from the tissue when I make a move to wipe his nose.
When Phillip took his new job in May, I didn't realize that he was going to be going on a trip every month. They're not long, sometimes just a few days, but just the fact that they happen so often is starting to really irritate me.
He left me again earlier this week. Right when I was sick. On the week of Christmas.
Every time he goes on a trip I get more irate, but I think after this he's scared I'm going to stab him the next time he tells me about more work travel.
And perhaps he's right to be afraid.
Speaking of presents...
|Guess who does all their shopping at Amazon?|
When the first Amazon packages started to arrive, I just told one of the kids to toss them in my and Phillip's room. And the stack kept growing until we could hardly get to the bed.
In the back of my mind I logically know that at some point before Sunday, we've got to wrap all of these things.
But honestly the pile has gotten so big it doesn't even stress me out anymore, I just start cackling at the sight of it. Which then causes me to hack up a lung, pop some more ibuprofen, and go back to bed.
And lastly, merry Christmas from this Harry Potter hedgehog.
As I write this, it occurs to me that this would be a way cuter Elf on a Shelf. Feel free to use for next year.