Last week someone called me a writer. It gave me pause. I have a hard time wearing that label. Writer. In some ways it fits. I write almost every day, I spin words in my head throughout the day, and sometimes I have to stop whatever I’m doing, grab a pen and put those words to paper before they are lost in my disorganized mind. Sometimes the words are woven into a post that is popular. Sometimes my thoughts become a post that is quietly loved. I wrote two posts this past week that I love.
O Christmas Tree was a departure from my typical style, and I was frantically writing the beginning of that story not five minutes after our tree was in it’s stand. A family member told me it made her cry when she read it, and I didn’t share this with her, but it made me cry when I wrote it. A good cry. A calm and quiet cry, but a cry nonetheless. I’ve had a few posts that have brought me to tears. Little Boy Lost is the one that made me cry the most. If you’ve read it, you know why.
The other post I loved this week was born when the kids and I watched the movie Elf. I was glad my laptop was open when the opening credits rolled, because I was able to capture the awesomeness that was my kids’ introduction to Buddy
. I love that movie, I love my funny little offspring, and so it should be no surprise that I love that post. I realize I’m not the first mom to transcribe her kids’ reactions to a movie, but I didn’t start blogging until late 2012. I’ll probably never come up with a unique angle to mom blogging.
I have shared, on more than one occasion, some of L’s wild outfits
. It’s only fair that I share what she looks like 75% of the time. This outfit is all her doing, and she wears it well. She has more style than I do, and I now realize that when I was trying to manage her attire, I was just holding her back.
Last week’s Crock Pot Thursday recipe was Swiss Steak
, and if your family likes beefy, stick-to-your-ribs recipes, you should give this one a try. It is a great winter dish! I don’t have a working camera, which pisses me off on the regular, but especially every Thursday when I try to photograph our Crock-Pot recipes with my lame ass phone camera. ARE YOU HEARING THIS, SANTA? I promise that I won’t break the next camera like I did the last two.
We spent a Saturday doing regular suburban family weekend stuff, and L declared it to be The Best Day Ever
. Her statement, coupled with our complete enjoyment of our day, highlighted just how content our family is to just be together. Also, G talked to Santa about beer, which was embarrassing and hilarious. I’m guessing I should have thought is was more embarrassing and less hilarious.