I have been told that I am a Scrooge, that I must just hate Christmas.
Because I don't have an Elf on a Shelf.
Because I don't put my tree up at midnight on November 30, and decorate every inch of my house.
Because I don't collect Christmas scrapbooking supplies.
And I laugh it off, and make fun of myself, because I am good at that. Because I've been doing that for years for everything else that makes me an odd duck.
But it kind of hurts my heart.
I am not a Scrooge. I look at Christmas through different eyes, that's all.
Christmas is memories of family filling my house as a child. Getting excited as each car pulled up, and the cold air blew in from the open door. Dressing up, playing with my aunts and uncles. Giant snowmen in the backyard. Throwing snowballs with Dad, seeing who could hit the street sign from farthest away. Grandma buying the best Christmas crackers she could find, and seeing who kept their paper hat on the longest. Helping make the gravy. Jokes about gravy. Kids tables. Turning all the lights off in the house except for the Christmas tree, sitting in the quiet watching it glow. Watching Christmas movies. Singing carols with Dad using the song sheets they printed in the newspaper. Naked Christmas mornings (that was before Dude ;) Horse rides on the farm. Ugly sweaters and dozens of cousins. French onion soup and meat pie. Board games. Giggles. Wrestling and rastling. Lego towers. Warm snuggles before bed. Footy pajamas. Writing letters, sending cards. Naps. Carrying sleeping babies to and from cars.
Every December Daily and Elf on the Shelf photo I see on Instagram or Facebook makes me feel so inadequate. I struggle with this season every year. There is so much pressure for perfection. Perfect advent calendar, perfect gift selection, perfect breakfasts and traditions and excitement every day of the month! But I refuse to believe that I am doing Christmas wrong.
I tried making a big deal out of the "Month of Christmas", and no one actually cared or noticed and it stressed me out. So what's the point?
My Christmas doesn't look like yours, but that doesn't mean I don't love Christmas.
I will try not to say anything disparaging about the upkeep of your Elf, so please try and do the same about my lack thereof.
Friday, November 07, 2014
These layouts represent a strange road trip for me this summer. I drove out to Penticton for Russ' brother's wedding in August. It was a stressful trip for me, but all things considered it was a really fucking awesome vacation.
There are not enough words in this language to describe the awesomeness that is this lady.
Best part of the vacation was teaching Dude how to play the Catan card game. And then hearing him ask to play it everyday for the rest of the vacation. Sitting on the little patio outside of our hotel room, rain or shine. Photo on the right was taken by the Dude. He's pretty special.
I took a crap tonne of photos, but only these made it on to layouts because I haven't actually printed any photos since July. BOOO! Even if don't scrapbook anymore, I can do that at the very least.
And that's all the layouts you'll be seeing for the time being. I am ever moving onward...to the next adventure. I've got a hat for that and everything.
Wednesday, November 05, 2014
Monday, November 03, 2014
To the ladies at Canadian Scrapbooker, particularly Connie. Who saw my layout at Treasured Memories and put it in the magazine.
She's a doll.
Seeing my name in print, will never get old.
Reminds me I should probably print Lucas' first day photos from this school year. Hmm.
Friday, October 31, 2014
I've actually decided to stop scrapbooking. Like, forever. I will show you a photograph that sums up all my reasons quite well I think. But later. First, some scrapbooking layouts.
Every night Dude & I snuggle in my big bed, and we read and chat and giggle. Recently he told me that he didn't really like his own bed. I asked if it was his mattress, or his comforter or pillow that was bugging him. He said he liked my duvet cover, so I found a similar one and tucked his comforter into it. Cause I'm sneaky like that. He was excited about his mini room makeover, and for the first time in a long time, climbed in to his bed to read before bed. But he couldn't fall asleep. He bluntly told me that the reason he likes my bed better is because I am in it, and he wanted me to lay beside him. Heart melting stuff guys...
I was SO EXCITED this night, because Dude actually asked to go for a bike ride. And we made it a really long way. And then he said he was tired, and I bought him a Popsicle and I had to walk his bike most of the way home.
Gosh this was a fun night! I loved swinging from this thing. And what was it that Dude said? Something about not realizing I was so energetic...HA!
I totally "stole" that second place ribbon. I didn't push a kid over and steal the ribbon from their prone body or anything! Geeze! What kind of a person do you think I am?1 I did, however, find it on the ground, put it in my pocket, and pointedly not ask the other people around if they had lost a ribbon. I am a terrible wonderful mother.
More to come...
P.S. Happy Halloween or whatever. I suck at this holiday this year. I have all the excuses.