Bye-Bye Christmas, see you later this year . . .

I normally take down and put away all Christmas decorations the day after Christmas. Mainly because I think nothing is sadder than a tree with no gifts under it. I remember hearing that one time from an employer years ago and not really getting it, . . . until my tree had no gifts under it and I noticed how sad it did look! But with the sickies attacking us, I just didn’t feel up to messing with the demolition that goes along with tearing down Christmas!

But today was the day! And my kids were upset! Who knew?! Those jokers really thought it was part of the permanent decor in the house! And once I got it all down and put away, I realized why I didn’t feel like doing it before now . . . . gahhh – the dust!!!

I know I can’t be the only one who does this, but I clean like a mad woman the minute the Christmas is packed away. I’m not saying I’m like that daily or on any normal, given day – but I am on this day!

And I’ve decided that I’m going to put up a full size tree in the boys’ room next year. Especially since we have plans with having a little remodel work done with the wasted-space-double-dormers we have. One giant-dormer-that-actually-goes-with-the-style-house-we-live-in kinda dormer is the goal! {I just wish I thought of this when we had this thing built!!!}

And tell me the truth – do you think this is too many non-shatter ornaments? hahah!!! No, please don’t answer that! I’m afraid of what you all might tell me!!

But I will tell you all the truth – I didn’t take any pictures of my kids this Christmas! Well, . . .wait – yes, I did. I took 1 of each kid when they first saw what Santa brought them. Except for Carson. He was in Em’s picture because he was overjoyed that she got a dollhouse! So, I got 3 pictures of my 4 kids this Christmas – shameful! I just got so into watching them open up gifts and squealing.

But I did find this picture when I was just going through December’s pictures . . .

This was one of those days that no one took a nap. And I was in the kitchen cooking supper – and I mean really cooking. One of those nights I actually make real mashed potatoes and not the instant kind. My 4 crazies were in the living room watching a movie {I remember specifically – “The Grinch,” Jim Carrey version.} I didn’t even notice it had gotten quite, until I started making all their plates.

Little Freaks. So, I ate supper by myself. And everyone of them slept the rest of the night! {It was only 6 pm when I took this picture!}

Looking at these pictures, I know I have everything I ever need.

And that tree “ain’t sad looking either!” I think I bought more gifts for teachers and therapists than I did for my kids!!! So please, no one get the wrong picture here.

Our Post Christmas, Happy New Year Card . . .

Because we are THAT kinda family!

Pottery is just not my thing.

I have never painted pottery. Well, that is, until last Saturday. Em and I did the whole mother daughter thing and had a great time! Only, she was over it as soon as her ’small’ ice cream dish was covered in paint. My ‘Cookies for Santa’ plate took a little longer.

Like I said, I’ve never painted pottery. So, I let the girl explain every single detail to me and what I should expect. I did act totally clueless even though I did have a few expectations. But I was curious what the end result would be. The look on her face when clueless me unrolled my brushes . . . .

PRICELESS.

That really was not my intentions. I tried pulling my brushes out inconspicuously, but it was still obvious. Now, I was going to be super embarrassed if my finished plate look like crap especially since I brought my own brushes – and until 5 pm tonight, I was scared to death and certain of the janky look it had when they pulled it out of the kiln earlier in the day. I was so embarrassed that I actually sent my husband to pick it up for me {and email me a picture so I wasn’t too upset and drop it when I looked at it for the first time.}

I AM DEAD. SERIOUS.

And for the record, pottery is hard to paint. I had sensory overload touching that rough plate. I gritted my teeth the entire time and found it incredibly hard to focus. Or that could have been all the people around me that were talking while painting as loud as they can. I’m not use to all the noises.

SO DISTRACTING.

Okay – you have waited long enough. The finished product . . .

I did not paint the words – they did. I literally ran out of time. Em and I had a birthday party to attend and she was beyond her limit in the patience department. After seeing something that they were wording after I asked them to word mine, made me incredibly nervous. I’m certain a different person did mine. I definitely need some practice. But I’m happy with the result!!! {and still glad my husband picked it up! haha!} Next time, I’ll bring my own latex gloves. Seriously, the roughness of it was horrible. My skin is crawling thinking about it.

I think I’ll just stick to canvases.