EDIT: Okay, ladies! Thanks for the FAB ideas for my sisters. But you must stop! They all read this blog, and you’re going to start giving them ideas. Before you know it, they’ll be leaving wish lists as comments.
So, on my side of the family, the boys (Gabe, Josh, Stew, and Daniel) drew names for Christmas and are each buying a $25 gift that either flies, attaches to a computer somehow, or is dipped in scarlet and gray.
The girls (me, Jess, Bethy, and Steph) are making “handmade” gifts for each other. We didn’t draw names. We’re sharing the love all around. It was my idea. I’ve been wanting to do it for years. Mostly because I want to own some more of the creative things all three of these girls can make–scarves, quilts, aprons, jewelry…
Here’s the trouble. I wasn’t really thinking about the fact that I would have to make something. Three somethings. Ha! Can’t sew. Can’t knit. Definitely can’t make jewelry.
Then my fourth sis, Angie, saved the day by giving me all those free photo book coupons. (Don’t worry. They all already know about them.) So, that was my “handmade” gift. But it was free. And I feel like I should spend at least a little bit of money. And I also feel like I should try to make something with my hands. My hands and something other than a keyboard and mouse.
I thought about writing them poems, but that is really out of the question. I do love to write, and I can even make (part of) a living from it. But I ain’t got a poetic bone in my brain. So, I’m going to try something else. I have an inkling of an idea, but it may not be feasible. I only have 20 more days… Eek!
I found a couple more Ava-bits on scraps of paper on my desk.
Ava: Why are you putting on make-up for Cubbies?
Me: I’m just freshening up my lip gloss and powder.
Ava: For Cubbies?
Me: I always do this before I go anywhere.
Ava: What about a fire drill?
Ava: (for the 50th time one day last week) Can you take my temperature?
Me: Ava, you do not have a fever. I can tell with just my hand.
two minutes later…
Me: You’re perfectly normal, sweetie. Sorry.
Ava. No! I’m not normal! I’m not normal! I’m not normal!
Me: (today after lunch when Ava came down the stairs dressed for school in jeans, long-sleeved striped shirt, solid-colored short-sleeved shirt on top, all perfectly coordinated) Ava! You match!
Insert background info here: Ava never matches. Ava hates to match. Ava does not like jeans. She likes flowered skirts. Over striped leggings. With various-printed shirts.
Ava: (smirking) I just closed my eyes and reached in my closet and this is what came out.
Doggone it. This was going to be short so I didn’t have to scroll down to read comments. Special Christmas GIVE-AWAY coming tomorrow (or later today rather) Oh, you don’t want to miss this one, no sirree!