The Little Girls are snuggled tightly in their new sleeping bags from Grandma and Grandpa. The Goo is softly snoring. "Santa" has come and there is peace in our house. Tim and I are sitting here on the couch catching up and enjoying the quiet, remembering how we moved into this house 10 years ago today. Tonight we had our first carolers, The Watt family. I can't wait to hear the girls' giggling and squealing when the sun comes up. Merry Christmas.
This blog is not intended to be a forum for all Botting owies, but lately it seems as such. It has been a rough six months for all of us, we've each had our uphill battles with physical pain and unexpected doctor's visits. This little ditty was the result of being distracted while cutting a bell pepper. I don't know what made my stomach sicker; Tim's driving on the way to the hospital, or the amount of blood in the sink basin while trying to bandage it. All I could think of was Dan Aykroyd playing Julia Child on Saturday Night Live.
And now that this is healing up quite nicely, I have some sort of sinus infection which I am sure is a result of not properly taking care of myself post-surgery the way I should have. I am looking forward to and yet dreading my Dr. appointment this afternoon.
My only wish for this coming New Year is less trips to the Doctor/Hospital and fewer if any medical bills.
A couple of weeks ago we revived our Christmas tree tradition with Rebekah and her family. Last year we were snowed out, couldn't make it home. Finding our tree with Hannah and Taitan is surely one of The Little Girls' favorite outings all year.
Running through the forest to find the perfect tree.
Taitan and Hannah cutting their treasure.
Rebekah, Taitan, Hannah and Jason.
Tim chose for us this year, he doesn't mess around. We found our tree in 10 minutes.
These 3 window displays occupy the store front of Out Of This World toy store in Mendocino. I asked the shop keeper who built these scenes and she responded, "a 40-year old Lego fanatic that lives here in the village." She also said he used no kits or plans, just his own pieces and a few special order pieces.
This was actually remotely controlled to be a down-hill ski race. I watched twice, both times Captain Jack Sparrow won followed shortly by Sponge Bob Square-Pants. Harry Potter came in dead last.
This was uniquely clever...Occupy the North Pole.
I was intensely motivated after seeing these art pieces, I ran in and bought The Light House. I had explicit directions and the box declared it easy enough for 8-12 year-olds and even then it took me longer than I thought and made me feel overwhelmingly idiotic.
The other day the girls dropped it and it shattered in the hallway. I spent an hour putting it back together. Now they have to ask before touching it.
Tim threw his back out a few days before my surgery and so it was serendipitous we had planned to go on holiday with my brother's little family to our favorite spot to R&R- Mendocino/Fort Bragg. Bandaged and broken we loaded up the Botting Bus and headed for the coast.
Sunrise, first morning. The Little Girls had no idea we were staying on the ocean. Literally on the ocean. The bluff/backyard of the property we rented was maybe 20 feet off the deck then shear cliff to the sea. The sparkling water and waves were quite a distraction.