Take note of the left swing…
The snow started around 6am this morning, but didn’t get into high gear until the afternoon. I kept watching the swing in the back yard as it slowly got buried.
Note: buried swing…
My Sister and her family, thankfully, made it in Saturday night, they were delayed by two hours as the storm had already hit Toronto. But, with the storm today, we didn’t get to see them. That and the fact that J has been fighting a fever for two days.
He had a break in his fever and we decided he should get some fresh air. He only lasted about five minutes but it was good for him to get out. I really hope that he is his old self tomorrow morning as he will be sad to miss gymnastics and his cousins again tomorrow.
And little Apple spent the day laughing at us all. I think she is the only one that wasn’t affected by the snow storm. Being in lockdown here definately wasn’t good for us big people, so much to do at this time of year. I think I used the time wisely, I got a few dozen cookies baked for Hubby’s employees, finished J’s hat that I was knitting and remembered to take photos all day of the snow.
I posted a few more photos on Flickr. Our tree decorating and the ornaments I received from Beanish. They are beautiful and look fabulous on the tree. I am having trouble getting a good photo of the tree as my flash is too bright and without it everything is jiggly, even with the broken tripod.
If it snows anymore we won’t have anywhere to throw the snow from the laneway.
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Winter
So much going on and I have only had one hand free for what feels like two days.
Here is a brief bulleted list of how much fun we have been having. Photos will follow in a day or two:
- Room number two is ready in the basement and after a summer of construction and a month of drywall dust we moved into it on Sunday. It is supposed to be the workout room, but will temporarily be the family room. Can I say how much I love having a finished room in the basement for J to play? He loves it too!
- My ornament from the Ornament Exchange over at An Island Life arrived and it is oh so gorgeous. I say it but I should say they. I took a photo of them on the table but they really should be shown off on the tree, which will be here in minutes and decorated tomorrow night, so stay tuned.
- Cookies are feverishly being baked.
- Knitting needles are being worked at every odd moment.
- And the sewing machine is still in use.
- Wrapping needs to start as J is starting to open odd closets and asking questions about bags.
- Big Sis and her kidlets arrive on Saturday and Opa arrives on Tuesday. The holidays are upon us!
This morning I am thinking of Virginia O’Hanlon and her letter to Santa.
Yesterday, we had our visit with Santa and it was great. J really truly believes this year and it may just be the only year. We waited our turn and by the time we got to Santa J was so nervous he started saying “I don’t think this is such a good idea”. So I told him we just needed a photo for Opa and that he didn’t even have to talk to Santa. He wanted Apple to go with him and thankfully she woke up for it. You can see the results of the photo below. Not the best one, but alas we still have a photo for the book.
This particular Santa was fantastic. So much so, that I want to go back and Thank him again for being so great. After the photo was done, he took some time to talk to J and make him feel comfortable. Despite the line up behind us. When I expressed my concern over waiting people he just said, ” That’s ok, that is part of getting to see me, waiting in line”. By the time we left, J was so happy that Santa took the time to talk to him, he practically danced his way through the mall for the rest of our shopping trip. I love Santa.
Growing up my parents made it very clear from an early age that there was no Santa. I don’t even know for sure if we ever sat on Santa’s lap. It was part of being a Christian for my parents, either you believed in Jesus or Santa and that was it. But, my older Sister and I secretly hoped and believed that Santa was real. We would still leave cookies out, we would still wait up in hopes of seeing him. We believed in the spirit of Santa.
Today, I still believe.
Yes folks, I BeachMama, still believe in Santa.
There I said it. I know that a real person does not come down my gas fireplace chimney and leave gifts made by elves. I know that because I do all the work. But, I still believe in the spirit of Santa. I believe that there is a little Santa in all of us and when I tell J the story of Baby Jesus and that we are celebrating his birthday, I also tell him the story of St. Nicolas and how he left gifts for children who didn’t have anything. I tell him that Santa will leave a few gifts and that other family members will leave some too, just like the Wise Men brought gifts for the new Baby. I want my son to love the idea of Santa and to look back and remember that he did believe even if it was for just a few years.
We are going to my younger Sister’s house today and her son, J2, does not believe. And goes around telling other children that Santa does not exist. I had to have a discussion with J today about this and let him know that we all have different beliefs. Hubby says that if they argue about it I should just leave. But, I told J not to talk about Santa to J2. I feel sad for my little nephew because he will not have the same joy that a lot of other children have about Santa. I only hope that the kids in his class don’t go home crying because he keeps telling them that there is no Santa.
Do you believe?
