Random Bits

Is it ok if I skip blogging about Christmas? Do blogger laws allow for that? It was a fine Christmas, but do you want to know a secret? Christmas is not my favorite holiday. I feel like a traitor saying that. I think it is so important that we celebrate the Saviors birth and the time spent with family is awesome, but beyond that Christmas leaves me feeling like something is missing in my life. It may be that I need to do better at losing myself in the service of others, but it may be something bigger than that too. I could write a lot about my thoughts and feelings on Christmas day, but I'll spare the occasional reader and save it for my private journal!

On to January...
Two happy girls sporting their new winter gear. How can I not just be full of gratitude with two beauties like this blessing my life?




Socks in their hair! It turns out Dad's socks make some pretty nice curls and they are nice and soft to sleep on.


In January I re-stock the 72 hour kit with new clothes for the girls and I rotate the food. The other night the girls were having a rough night. Daren was out of town and they were upset and missing him. At bedtime they both found comfort with their favorite stuffed animals. It occurred to me that in an emergency situation when we have to actually use the 72 hour kit, we may want a little bit more than just the bare essentials. I know we have to keep the it small, so as of this year I'm including two small stuffed animals and two mini card games. I think these two small items will be a huge emotional help if we ever have to go down that road.

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Noelle is making great strides in her writing and reading abilities. It's amazing to watch!



Libby was inspired by the Muppet movie and made her own Kermit puppet at school.


Last but not least...I cleaned the fridge tonight. One of my all time least favorite jobs. After the cleaning was done we sat down to eat and heard a really loud noise. It sounded like a gun shot from our front porch. Not quite a gun, just some biscuits. What the heck? They weren't even old! (like half the other stuff in my fridge I had just got done throwing out). Notice that after cleaning the fridge it's pretty much empty. That doesn't make me look very good. For that matter, the sippy cup doesn't do much for me either, considering my youngest child is almost 6. Do I possibly have an issue with letting her grow up?