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Christmas countdown...

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Well I missed a day in my "countdown to Christmas." Se la vie. I turn my attention to the bright side and the bright is that I am posting today. This pictures sums up my two oldest girls. Kate is sporty and cares very little about clothing or hair. That morning she chose a practical ensemble featuring a soccer shirt, leggings, soccer socks and untied running shoes. And no, she didn't have soccer that day. CJ on the other hand is girly. Her typical outfit includes sparkly shoes, a dress and sometimes a skirt under the dress. I wonder what Natalie will choose as she gets older? Right now she simply prefers anything to do with Mom.  Speaking of Natalie I am feeling a wee bit of Mom guilt. This Christmas season I have two different photos of Kate and CJ with Santa but none including Natalie. I know she would never let that bearded man come anywhere near here, especially if I were to walk away, but I wish I would have had her with me for these pictures. 

The Crafts countdown to Christmas...

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Fancy everyday...

More counting...

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Don't ask me. I found this picture on our home computer. And I still don't have my shopping done.

The countdown returns...

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I nearly started this blog post with a big lie. And then I thought, why not tell the truth? So here goes... I have not been posting to my blog. That is obvious. But the reason is not because I am busy. I intended to claim extreme busyness but then I sat back and thought tis not so. (That is not a typo. I am currently reading a book set in 1920 and tis tis so commonly used back then.) No rather than feign busyness I will tell the truth. My time, any time, that is free I have been filling with many other things. I am reading two great books. The first is called "The Paris Wife: A Novel" by Paula McLain. It is about the wife of Ernest Hemingway. Now don't blindly label me a scholar for I am certainly not. Rather it is a pretty interesting story about how Hemingway and his wife Hadley met, fell in love and began their lives in Paris in the 1920s among flappers and too much booze. (I love flappers...primarily because of their adorable short haircuts and swingy skirts.) The s