In the chaos of Christmas present makin, wrappin, and putting together train tables and drum sets (oh my!) there are simple things that make me happy. Like red winter berries in mason jars on dusty windowsills.
For Christmas my husband got me the romantic gift of knobs. The joy this brings me is...actually it's pretty pathetic but now each of my kitchen cabinets has different (matching) pairs of overpriced floral-Grandmaesque knobs! It makes me really happy guys!
Wyatt is the king of breakfast. He's growing up mighty fast - he says iced tea now so he's practically a grown up. He balances playing with his trains and torturing his sister so well and last night...for the VERY first time in his EXISTENCE he slept from 8pm-4am. Perhaps it's my fault my children didn't sleep through the night until they were almost two but I will say this - we bed share and I wouldn't change it for a thing. If they make a peep I'm there to comfort them, and although I may grumble that bedtime takes a few extra minutes when the routine goes a bit farther than closing the door, but I do love it. I love warm little babe breath in my face and do I dare say..fingers in my eyeballs at 7am from a very enthusiastic 18 month old?
Pearl is growing too, right into her Christmas sweater.
Goodnight and happy New Years!