So, the tree is UP, people, and if my camera were in working order I’d SHOW. YOU. a thing or two about decoratin’ a tree lemme tell you… but I can’t so I won’t so just live with the fear and awe that feat of grammar just laid on you.
First: her baptism invitations
December 23rd we shall be dunking the child in the presence of family and Torah study in a very simple ceremony meant to literally clean her up and present her to God. I’m debating whether or not to bring along her shampoo and just wash two birds with one tub. Look at me all crazy with the crafty photography! I could be on Flickr or something! It was an accident.
Mama (that’s me… I gave birth to that child.. she’s mine) really wanted to give her a baby doll… which turned in to TWO baby dolls which turned into ‘Well, they have to have something cool to live in.’ Thus, a little doll from the Q’ewar Project (shown here) and then another from Paula Gibbs… and then a large tin lunch box to wrap them in. Oh, LOVE. I can just see her headed off the Grammy’s house with her little suitcase filled with pjs and a book for night time. Break my heart, would ya? She prolly won’t look at any of it… wanting only the wrapping paper and such… but I just love these one-of-a-kind soft dolls (which surprised even me) and find myself scouring etsy for future ‘needs.’
No, I have not shopped for anyone else yet. Please. I’m still on load number 4 of 6 of laundry.
We hope you have a great weekend…
We have numbers 4 and 5 and 6 of about 14 Holiday gatherings… so pray for me and my bluntness. I’ll either be really funny or really please-go-sit-in-the-corner-until-you-can-be-nice. I can’t promise who will get what. It doesn’t work that way. But I love you.