For the life of me I can’t remember what we called these when I was a child – all I remember was the first visit each December we made to my grandparents house involved a lot of running around the house, searching out these little nylon wrapped faces. There were dozens of them (at least…
scheming
When I went back upstairs last night to take a few photographs of E’s ornaments, I found her in bed, sketching out gingerbread ideas in her diary. She was looking through a book on gingerbread architecture, and she said she was going to create a house that had an element of each architectural style in…
shiny ornaments and a shiner
We managed to keep her up long enough last night to put up her little tree, covered with sparkling birds and colorful balls. She’s sporting a nice little shiner from earlier in the day, but isn’t dwelling on that at all – not with this kind of excitement going on in her room. We should…