It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas!
I guess getting older has made me think down-the-road aBIT more than I used to do. Over the past 6 years, we’ve carted over to Africa a bunch of HIGHLY-PERSONALS. I even have some original photographs from when I was little as well as the CROSS-STITCH I started working on for Jordan when he was born. Someday I’ll finish it. Yes, he’s 11.
Not smart, though. About the cross-stitch not being done. AND THE HIGHLY PERSONALS. You never know in AFrica what could happen and as we’ve seen with the most recent UNREST on the mountain where the ARK rests, things can turn bad quicker than Britney Spears can pop out those babies. IT’S JUST NOT A GOOD IDEA TO HAVE SO MANY HIGHLY-PERSONALS OVER HERE IN CASE YOU HAD TO LEAVE IN A JIFFY.
So i left the kids stockings at home in the States this year. They aren’t talking to me because of it but at least the stockings are safe.
As compensation, Brian went out and got them some material&STUFF and gave them the chance to make their own. Every teenagers dream.
They spent an afternoon in Bry’s room. A 17, 14 and 11 year old. Giggling. Sewing. Cutting. Stitching. Helping each other. I GUSH WITH PRIDE OVER MY PUMPKINS. And the result? The stockings in the photo above.
Bry’s is (from left, above) #2. Tayte’s: #4. Jordan’s: #6 (he actually did skimp some and used a stapler to get the bow to stay on.) Nothing like a boy making his own stocking. I’m sure he found it much more difficult in real life instead of a ‘CLICK, LOAD STOCKING.
CLICK, COLOR STOCKING.
CLICK, DECORATE STOCKING’
on an electronic game.
Sunday, December 10 ‘06

