You know how, every so often, you receive an item that you didn't even know you needed? I remember my mom giving me my now-treasured Better Homes and Gardens cookbook shortly before I got married, and I had no idea at the time what a great gift it was, how it would turn out to be the cookbook that contained some of our family's very favorite recipes, from Oven Roasted Potatoes to Peanut Butter Cookies to French Silk Pie. It is simple, and it is the best, amen.
I'm assuming this gift from my sister and brother-in-law will turn out to be very similar.
No doubt in ten or so years Derek and I will be saying to each other, "What did we ever do without our beloved poo pillow?" Our older two children lose their minds in hysterics every time they see it, while Caedmon still valiantly maintains that it is a chocolate chip with a face. I should probably mention that we received this gift because when I joined the 21st century a few months ago and finally got a smart phone, I may or may not have insisted on sending a stream of poo emojis (must... resist... the puns coming to mind... do not sink to toilet humor... resist the urge...) to my sister's husband Aaron. I will say it is very soft and squishy (OH HERE WE GO AGAIN), and perfectly supports my neck while I am typing this.
Speaking of hysterics:
|Please note Derek's Christmas gift from one of the boys: A neon green plastic foot on a strand of twine, which he wore all day with pride.|
Yes, they do still make Rock Em Sock Em Robots, and yes, they do still delight boys of all ages. I'm assuming there are girls our there who also enjoy them; however, our own Adelaide seemed to find little point to a toy whose only goal is to make a plastic head pop up. She was much happier with her own gift:
This was what she wanted more than anything this year. Included were verbal instructions from Derek and me to resist any urges to yell "This is a stick-up!" or "Put the money in the bag, and nobody gets hurt!" while wearing it. Side note: Do crooks still say, "This is a stick-up?" Did they ever? Or is that a phrase that only ever existed in old movies?
We also got the gift of time with various members of our extended family. At Crisler Christmas, a few of the older girls were helpless against the lure of twin baby girls.
Adelaide and I had similar responses when asked if we wanted to hold one. Well, kind of. My response was something along the lines of, "Yes, please!" Adelaide's was more like, "Is it my turn yet? How about now? Now? Are you done? When are you going to be done? When is it going to be my turn? I want to hold her, too! How about now? Gah, Mom, you are such a baby-hog!"
For the record, she did get a turn.
Since tomorrow begins Epiphany, the tree will finally come down, and all the Christmas things will finally be put away. Then I'll have the rest of winter to enjoy my paperwhites that are about to bloom, not to mention beautiful snowy runs that look like this at first glance:
|Ah, so pretty.|
|Serene, too. Don't forget serene.|
Note the eyelids almost closed to protect against blowing snow. Not pictured is almost falling every few minutes. Yay, winter!