Archive for December, 2008

Christmas Letter 2008

I’m doing the Christmas Letter on-line this year for a couple reasons:

1) Saves trees.

2) Saves postage

3) and frankly, I’m just not sure I’m going to get the cards out this year.  I love sending out cards.  I love getting cards.  But I think I need to take this year off.  I promise, I’ll get them out next year.  🙂


Dear Everybody:

C is for Christmas. 

For most of the year, C has stood for something different.  I like Christmas better.  Always have.  I’m one of those crazy people that loves looking for gifts for people.  Sometimes they’re purchased and sometimes they’re home made but I’ve always figured it’s my wordless way of showing how much my family and friends are loved.  And this year  I discovered that I have a wonderful network of strength and friendship.  My family that embraced my new normal.  My old friends who rallied for me in so many ways, making sure my family was fed and cared for when I was unable.  My new friends, who also took us under their wings and reminded me what Christian fellowship is about.

C is for Church.  Going back to church has been an amazing thing for me and my family.  I love the belonging of worship.  I love the music and the recitation of sage words that have lasted for over a thousand years.  I love listening to L as she learns the different prayers.   (We’re still working on little J not wearing his pajamas to church, much less sitting in the pews.  Heh.)  Going back to church has inspired me to *be* better, not just get better.

C is for children.   Today, L had her Kindergarten Christmas program.  They were so cute!  And they sang on pitch!  (Yes, geeky music teacher comment.)  She wore her Christmas dress.  I barely convinced her to wear white tights (she wanted to wear red hearts.  The dress is blue plaid.)  J wanted to wear his Christmas outfit too so I thought I’d try to get some pictures of them with the tree.  After school, I took them to see Santa at the mall.  I thought my timing was brilliant because most kids would be taking a nap then.  Except I had a very sleepy 3 year old in the back seat.  J is not a happy napper.  Some kids wake up refreshed.  Mine wake up worse than before.  L and I must have looked like lunatics playing loud music and periodically yelling “Wakey Wakey Wakey!” in our best muppet voices to keep him awake.  We did it though and both kids made up for being whiny this week by putting on their best behavior for Santa.

Santa keep tickling me to get me to smile.
Santa keep tickling me to get me to smile.

And yes, J is wearing his snazzy snow boots.  Some battles aren’t worth it.

And some are.  🙂  I meant what I said about wanting to be better.  There’s a song that’s on the John Denver and the Muppets album that sums it up well, I think.  I always liked the idea that the potential for wisdom is within all of us, if we only use our heart and eyes to see what is around us.

So Merry Christmas, with a big, old, illuminated C. 

Take that, cancer.  🙂



It’s in every one of us
To be wise
Find your heart
Open up both your eyes
We can all know everything
Without ever knowing why
It’s in every one of us
By and by

Sadly, after much internet surfing, I can’t find the John Denver version.  Which is too bad.  It’s my favorite.  So here’s Clay Aiken.  Who has my hair.

Date Night

This year for Christmas, my sister and I are swapping babysitting so we can go on dates with our husbands.  Friday night was our night.

Friday afternoon, I got my hair cut.  So now I look a little less like Clay Aiken,


and a little more like 1980’s Jodie Foster.


Which at least puts me at the right gender.  Heh.

After that, I had a lovely afternoon with the lovely ladies at Posh.  I may have adopted a skein of yarn on my way out…

First, we had dinner at the Yak and Yeti, and Indian restaurant that recently took over one of our old favorite places, The Cheshire Cat.  As sad as we were to lose our pub, we quickly got over it as we tried their combination platters and a pint of beer (they still brew their own beer).  The food was amazing.  I’m not necessarily known as an epicurean, but the flavors in our meal were indescribably wonderful.   I think it just might be our new favorite place.  🙂

Then we headed over to BW3’s where we kicked butt at trivia.  Nice to know the chemo didn’t destroy all of my brain.  Grins.

Today we spent Christmas shopping.  Not nearly as fun as last night was.  Heh.


This weekend we made banana bread.  For some reason J thinks that all baked goods are pumpkin pie.  So he keeps calling it that.

I love pumpkin pie.  Er banana bread.

I love pumpkin pie. Er banana bread.

Lots of banana bread.

Stirring is hard.

Stirring is hard.

And then we took a nap.  And when I say we, I mean L.

And since this I would never want to be accused of embarrassing my children unequally, I’ll post this.

What? You've never fallen asleep with a bag of carrots before?

What? You've never fallen asleep with a bag of carrots before?

Thanksgiving Redux

I had a very nice Thanksgiving.  I was surrounded with family and food and most importantly, yams.  What can I say.  I like yams.

It snowed.  Woo!

Slow motion snow ball fight

Slow motion snow ball fight

Then it melted.  Boo. 

On Saturday, I was sick of turkey so I decided to make spaghetti squash marinara, one of my most favorite meals and cut my finger trying to slice the spaghetti squash in half.  I didn’t think much of it at the time.  Then I got hit by the green gucky mucus bug.  I slogged through it pretty well until Wednesday, when, at the prompting of my sister, I went to see the doctor.  I was a little worried because my notaboob side arm was hurting and felt weird.  Weird enough to keep me awake at night.  It didn’t hurt really, just felt funny.  Sure enough, I had some slight lymphedema on that side.  Good news is the antibiotics are doing their job and it already looks normal.

I’ve also been knitting.  Trying to finish the many projects I started way back in January. 

This sweater is FIERCE!

This sweater is FIERCE!

 This is the crazy EZ percentage yoke sweater I made for L.  It could also be called “Why people on chemo shouldn’t knit”.  Any time I ran out of yarn I just randomly grabbed another ball.  Couldn’t be bothered with a plan.  Heh.  I also had to re-knit the yoke because the 3rd set of decreases made the head hole WAY to small for my giant brained daughter.  J is jealous of her sweater and is running around wearing the purple hoodie I made for L WAY back.

I look like a purple Jawa.

I look like a purple Jawa.