Me: I said it's time to get up.
Me: Time to get up. Get ready for Mass. Are you awake?
Me: Are you awake enough to get up and eat?
Me: What should I do about that?
Anne: Leave me alone.
Anne is not a morning person. Happy Second Sunday of Advent.
(Anne is, however, a good sport, and I'm sure she won't mind that I'm exploiting her night owl nature for the sake of a blog post.)
In other Advent news, the gingerbread house extravaganza had to be postponed due to illness at the home of the hostess. We hope to return to our regularly scheduled gingerbread griping soon.
St. Nicholas visited our house on the eve of his feast day. He left chocolate galore, and really cute socks, and a new Christmas ornament for everyone. Ramona's ornament was somehow broken during the night. I apologized profusely for St. Nicholas's clumsiness. I really have no idea how it could have happened, because you'd think he'd be pretty steady on his feet, with those big, black boots and all, not to mention being the kind of person who is mindful of breakables. But it turned out that St. Nick wasn't the only clumsy one. The next day I was showing Atticus the tiny broken part of Ramona's ornament and I dropped the ornament on the wood floor. Now it has a big, gaping broken part.
I promised Ramona that I'd replace her new ornament. I'm thinking something in a nice plastic or fabric?
Books I still adore reading at this time of year:
The Best Christmas Pageant Ever
The Twenty-Four Days Before Christmas
The Christmas Miracle of Jonathan Toomey
Oh, who am I kidding? All of them.
Feast days coming up this week:
Our Lady of Guadalupe and St. Lucia.
The bread! The bread! You can do it.
|I'm not much of a photographer but every year I sigh at this picture of our bread.|