So, about that whole jet lag business.
It’s not so much that I’m tired, as it is that I’m just clueless, walking around all dreamy like and unable to focus. It’s weird, like someone slipped me some funny brownies or something.
I keep bumping into things, and even people. At the grocery store today I actually knocked into someone and then excused myself… in Japanese. Picture it… clutzy hispanic looking woman, very white looking kids, and she’s speaking Japanese. Huh?
That said, I will now blather on about nothing at all. It’s all I’m currently capable of.
My mom brought us a light up Santa to go by our front door.
This might be the best possible Christmas present for a big ol sap like me, because we had one very like it growing up. In fact, it sits by her front door to this day (the ninth front porch it has graced over the years). On the left is the one I grew up gazing upon. On the right, Ryder is chatting up the new one.
In other news (aka shameless bragging on my spawn) my oldest is completely freaking me out with his bigness these days.
He now not only reads to himself, just for fun, (when did that happen?) he also reads to his brothers.
He teaches himself to play Christmas music on the piano too.
“Jolly Old St. Nicholas,” while adorable in every way, goes on and on and on all day long, a la Janie, in “It’s a Wonderful Life” just before her Daddy loses it and runs out the door to jump off a bridge.
I’m just saying.
It isn’t only my children that are leaving me slack jawed in amazement though. I have received not one but TWO completely unexpected and entirely thoughtful gifts from fellow bloggers.
First, Sherrie of Frenchy Finds. Sent me this adorable Japanese Christmas mug to add to my collection, and a hysterical tribute to my fondness for whacking away at paper with my X-acto. Can you believe that? I couldn’t. A box of perfectly thoughtful, and absolutely me gifts, just because. Amazing.
Then Molly, of A Foothill Home Companion sent along this bunch of goodness:
That’s a little vintage owl plaque, (three owls, looking a lot like three little boys that I know), noodles that I ogled after reading about her amazing chicken noodle soup recipe, and hand embroidered napkins for each of my fellas. Those are going to be used for the first time tomorrow, as place mats under my guy’s new Bento boxes. Be sure to check out Molly’s unbelievably gorgeous wares at her new shop.
Speaking of food and jet lag, I’m subsisting at the moment on peppermint bark that we made together, and gobs of coffee.
And I’m thinking that eventually all that sugar and caffeine might drive me to actually DO something with the gorgeous fabric and craft books that I brought home from Japan.
It’s maybe going to be a little while though, before I trust my clumsy self with the scissors and heavy machinery.