It has been non-stop Christmas holidaying, partying, gift wrapping, unwrapping, caroling, and too much dessert eating. I'm so exhausted I have just a few brain cells left to write a bit here, and then use my other remaining brain cells to either finish that last Twilight book or watch PS: I Love You with Jason. There were a few moments in this past week that were tinged with sadness and non-Christmas related disappointments, but here at the other end of it all, I can say it was a lovely Christmas, full of family and love. Also? My girls have been amazing considering they've had less sleep and more sugar.
In the last ten days, we've had:
a school Christmas program,
to make birthday cupcakes for school,
final papers to grade from my students,
a house to clean and food to cook for Jules's birthday,
the actual party,
the actual birthday and following birthday dinner celebrated at Applebee's,
final grades submitted for all my classes,
a playdate with friends Megan and Amelia,
a trip to Powell's Books,
dinner at The Spaghetti Factory,
last minute holiday shopping (which is generally how I do all my Christmas shopping),
Christmas with my family,
Christmas with our family,
Christmas with Jason's parents,
a Christmas night spent watching Sherlock Holmes (I quite enjoyed it, and found it very entertaining)
Christmas with more extended family,
and a very first birthday party for my favorite nephew Med.
But before I head off to crash, I give you a small tale of a Christmas miracle when the prodigal Polly Pocket shoe was found...
No less than 30 seconds after opening up her new present, Sydney in her joy accidentally flung an itty-bitty, teeny-tiny Polly Pocket shoe into the air and *poof* it disappeared. Poor Belle was left with only 2 1/2 pairs of shoes, and even though I figured she could share shoes with Cinderella (whom Jules had acquired), Sydney--who is normally so very, very careful with all her things--was rather sad about the missing shoe.
Have you seen a Polly Pocket shoe? They are literally the size of my pinky fingernail. They are smaller than the size of a tic-tac. I could swallow a Polly Pocket shoe and be no worse for the wear.
We searched high and low at my in-law's house. The shoe is so small it could have gotten stuck in my hair, traveled through the house, dropped into someone's drink and been effortlessly swallowed. I knew we hadn't deliberately thrown it away in the big box of discarded wrapping paper/tissue/bows/Polly Pocket instructions, but it could have ended up there.
And so piece by piece, I started pulling out wrapping paper and unfolding it, looking for that shoe. That teeny-tiny, itty-bitty Belle shoe that she might need to eventually throw at the Beast for his poor manners. Jules, who had been super adorable and very helpful in getting all the paper in the box in the first place, decided that she would help me look for the shoe by pulling paper out as fast as she could. I let her pull the paper out, and figured the cause was lost...
The light on the foil of the new-fallen trash
made my eyes cross in wonder at finding my stash,
when, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a miniature shoe, that was so tiny and dear.
I sprang to my feet and and cheered all around
For Belle's little shoe had most certainly been found!
And all heard me exclaim, 'ere I ran out of sight,
"My work here is done! Merry Christmas! Good night!"