–Something happened when I went from one to two kids. I instantly turned into Mother Hubbard. I know it’s only two, and people with three or more kids are probably laughing and rolling their eyes, but I absolutely feel like zomg I have so many kids now. So! Many! Kids! They are crawling everywhere, eating all my food, forcing me to live in a woman’s size 10 slouch-boot! I understand the Mother Hubbard rhyme on a primal level now. Sometimes at night I’ll just lie on the floor and let Isobel and Elias crawl all over me. Unprompted, and without sharing my feelings on the matter, Isobel sometimes sings a song she invented called, and I am not making this up, You Have Children Everywhere. The good mother and I do not know what to do, and like Isobel’s song, I’m making it up as I go along.
–I was asked by Joel to participate in this year’s #Tweet4Meat, which benefits one of my favorite charitable organizations, Heifer International. HI gives those in impoverished areas the means to feed their families support themselves through agriculture and livestock. It’s an amazing solution because for what is considered relatively small amount for us can mean the difference between life and starvation to others. I urge you to donate whatever amount you can and to spread the link through your personal social media network. Add the hashtag #Tweet4Meet to get others involved.
— We’ve been indulging in some of our favorite holiday traditions with our friends and partners in holiday crime the Waltons. Last Friday we joined what felt like our entire community at the Christmas parade and it’s the first year I wasn’t so cold I wanted to cry. This was because it was raining. We had our usual stack of giant coats and blankets in addition to umbrellas, which Kingston and Isobel naturally refused in favor of running around and acting all crazy. There were noticeably more people and less tractors in the parade this year. The Turlock Horseman’s Club float rolled by and again, I didn’t see one centaur (an utter disappointment) but at least some of the floats actually passed out candy this year. One day they didn’t and we thought Isobel and Kingston might riot because candy canes were promised. We ended up giving them candy canes afterwards and I am almost positive one of us made a special trip to the store at 9 ‘o-clock at night for them. I dressed Elias warmly since previous years have been so cold, and he was in long john-style jim jams under the fluffy bear outfit I squeezed him into. He sat warmly in my lap under a wave of ever-shifting blankets. After the parade we met up at our house and the big kids decorated a gingerbread house. Sometime after that the Waltons left and we all fell asleep on the floor watching a movie.
–You might remember that we don’t do Santa. We have presents under the tree, talk about him and tell the stories and all that, but Isobel knows it’s a game that’s fun to play and a story that’s fun to tell.
— Elias is in that stage where it is extremely difficult to watch him and get anything else done. He is constantly searching out the most efficient ways to harm himself, and on occasion, others.
–My Mom had to put her cat George down last week. For longer than I’ve been alive she’s been rescuing, rehabbing, and re-homing cats and kittens. Some of them never get adopted and become permanent residents. She loves each and every one. She can’t help it. She’s also rescued turtles, dogs, a bunny, and even a few exotic birds. She’s gone through losing pets dozens of times and just keeps going. Her heart should be covered in scar tissue but it only grows larger and more capable of love.
Follow Friday: Bounce House Buddies. Read and get happy.
Winter Holiday Links. Recipes, thrifty stocking stuffer ideas, thrifted holiday decor inspiration, crafts and pretty pictures.
Snapshot 12.03.14. TWO PAIRS OF PANTS
Little Big Collection: Vintage Ornaments. I want all these.
Follow Friday: Christmas is Coming. My love letter to the internet.
NSFW Holiday decorations. Dammit, Walgreens!
Review: Everyone Is Mad At Me. I wonder why?
I can’t believe they stole my My Little Pony name. Cool name, bro.
Christmas shopping done! Lucky.
You may have heard that beloved twitter friend to many, Tianna of Mortimersgerbil, lost her husband on the eve of his 36th birthday. If you can help, please do, and do something nice for a family who is devastated this holiday season.
Knit your own Cthulhuclava! I, for one, accept our warm new overloards.
Already trying on next year’s costume. Best pet costume ever.
Someone made this awesome Cthulhu Xmas Wreath. In related news, they were devoured by squamous horrors.
Me, when I enter a Captcha. I fail those so often I think I might be a Cylon.
Kirk Cameron’s “Saving Christmas” voted the worst movie of all time. I hope it’s at least delightfully riffable. Kirk Cameron is an egotistical Christ-splainer. Via Suebob
Bob Dylan’s Christmas Polka ends in a fight. Very entertaining!
Can you hold my fruit basket while I stuff your brother into my backpack? Thanks. Krampus, you rascal!
School libraries are essential. As a former school librarian, I heartily agree!
Great band name. Almost a Modest Mouse album.
Scrapbook: God Jul. Ghosts of Christmas past.
Follow Friday: Shopping for Glasses. My love letter to the internet.
Scrapbook: Holiday Card 2013. Wishing you joy.
Snapshot 12.26.12. Tinsel in my hair, glitter in my bra, and a slight holiday hangover.
Thrift Store Score: Vintage Holiday Advent Calendar. How perfect is this calendar?