I’m not much of a collector, but I’ve tried to pick up a Nativity scene from places I visit. We’re up to three, and they’re currently displayed on the mantel. The boys have been enamored with them. There’s the Mexican Nativity that I got after my mother died:
(Joseph is absent as he’s still decapitated but I hope Porter’s Webelo skills will help remedy that situation.)
It’s this monochromatic one that the boys cannot pass without stepping onto the fireplace to peer a bit closer. Why? It’s got none of the fancy weaving of the African version, or the snappy color of the Mexican one. And it’s teensy. That lamb? It’s smaller than the size of the first segment of my index finger.
The holidays have snuck up on me this year. We just got the tree finished last night and I haven’t wrapped the first present. I have purchased several, though, sticking to my tried and true rules for gifts.
I don’t know of anyone who isn’t cutting back this year, and we’re no different. The boys are getting plenty of books and clothes (though I’m having to give Porter books early as he snarfs them up. I’m going to get some really lengthy books to add to his pile and see if I can’t spread out my trips to the library a bit.)
We made our annual trip to Target during which the boys split up and bought presents for each other (as recounted in “Present Perfect” which you can read at the Lipstick site– or pick up a free copy at your local spa/salon/business. Here’s a picture of the activity – this is the cart with Porter’s present in it, hidden with towels while Drew and Finn decide what else to buy for him. Smart readers will know immediately what is hidden under here.)
If you’re still struggling for gift ideas, here’s a link to all my best ideas, including the Hall of Fame!
I’ve also hit on another series that Porter is loving – the books by Cressida Cowell, including How to Train Your Dragon and How to Be a Pirate. She’s written tons of books and I checked out as many as I could from the library today so I could stop giving Porter books from his Christmas stash.
Last Saturday Bill and I went to a party for our dance club. It’s a Tiny Kingdom tradition– every three years, a new dance club is formed, but the members don’t dance or do anything philanthropic. Our Christmas party was at a friend’s house, and the house is posh. Everything was clean and decorated and there were no piles of papers and sporting goods in the corners. I peeked in the hostess’s bathroom and there were two walk in closets and a separate tub and shower. The tub had no legos or inexplicable wood shavings in it, as ours often does.
I heard several people duck out early, explaining that they had another party to attend, thrown by a couple I’ll call Jemison and Mary Adair. I don’t know Jemison and Mary Adair, but I recognized their names. No matter. Bill and I had a marvelous time, ending the evening with dinner with Marathon Mom and her husband.
Today I was at the sporting goods store running an errand that had NOTHING whatsoever to do with Christmas, Finn, if you are reading this, which you should not because you are in the middle of exams and should not be reading blogs on the computer.
A couple were in there shopping for Christmas, and after they called each other “Jemison” and “Mary Adair” I put on my CSI-Birmingham sunglasses and determined that they were the party-givers of the previous weekend. Which would have been no big deal if they had not told the cashier that they had invited 400 people to their party, which made me think, “TINY Kingdom? They had almost half a thousand people and I couldn’t even wrangle an invitation? ”
Maybe they are MUCH older than I am. Droopy, even.
Maybe you have to do the magical elf thing with your kids to be invited.
Maybe the Kingdom is bigger than I thought.
Maybe this is a sign that it’s all well and good to be known for your sex talk, to be a vermicomposter, and to go to the Webelo Top Gun Competition, but all that doesn’t get you invited to the big galas.
But I what I really think it means is that in 2009 I need to get out more.
Two years ago in My Tiny Kingdom: No TV For You!