Remember how I said that my father loves to play,"Hey wait! Christmas isn't over yet!"? At least I think I mentioned it, and, if I didn't, I meant to. Ever since I can remember, my father always had a small gift or two for us, long after Christmas day had passed. Sometimes it was even the beginning of February, and usually coincided with the taking down of the Christmas tree. There, now I know that I told you...at least for today. I have picked up that tradition and handed out "Hey wait..." gifts with a "What's that, over there...no under the tree there..." when my dad was over for New Year's Day dinner. It is fun and inexpensive and a way to brighten sagging spirits after the holidays.
Now, here's the confession, I've done this 2x with my kids...already. They received "Hey wait..." gifts, along with my dad so that should be the official end of the season. But wait... As I was standing in line at the post office to pick up a package (thank you so much, Embla) I noticed these really neat matted pictures of Pudge Rodriguez, along with Magglio, Gary Sheffield and Curtis Granderson. They were matted with a canceled stamp from opening day of this...er...last year. So I bought one for each of the kids. And brought them home. And wrapped them. And did the whole "Hey wait..." thing all over again. And they were happy. And I hope I don't continue this or I will be broke by sometime in Mid May.
Haylee mentioned that it was nice when I commented back on the blog...that it gave it a more chatty feel. I used to do that all the time. But then I fell into a "post and run" mode after August...because I didn't want to look at the pictures of him too long, or really read what I had written. I always mean to comment back, but many times never come back after posting. I am hoping to get back into that again. Because I miss interacting with people, outside of commenting on your blogs. I hope to get better at it again.
This has been a strange, surreal week. I hate, and always have hated, when the children go back to school. James went back today. Nik is still home but I am selfish and I want them both back. I was this awful before so it is really no different. Only there is no one to play with and keep my mind off of this new life. Nik had an appointment today and had the last of her staples removed. She will have to have repeat ultrasounds quite often through her life as this could happen again on the right side. It does not happen often in cystic cases but, when it does, it is life threatening. At least, now we know.
Why is it,whenever I get comfy in my jammies, ready to write for a bit, my mother calls?