This week, I’ve been doing a lot more hugging and kissing than normal (if that is even possible). I’m sure Frances and George are wondering what has gotten into their already overly emotional mother (I can almost feel Frances’s eye roll as I’m telling her one more time “I LOVE YOU!” at school drop-off.) But I’m not one to be easily dissuaded by an embarrassed child. So I squeeze, I hug, I’ve kissed the top of their heads so much I wouldn’t be surprised if I create a pucker-shaped bald spot. And even with a daily heavy heart, I’ve tried my best to carry on Christmas as much as possible this week, including:
The Nutcracker with Nana
Brunch with Santa (and Grandma, Grandpa, Trey & Justin)
|"Look, Ma, no tears!"|
School Christmas parties
Elf on the Shelf spottings
George’s “Baby Jesus” rendition
Christmas cookie baking
And sporadic napping. At least by one member of the family.
Or maybe not-so-sporadic.
Happy Wednesday, everyone!