Frozen Days call for Cinnamon Rolls

 

 

When the frozen temperatures make the windows look like this, Will and I decided to make the kitchen look like this.    That's right....homemade cinnamon rolls.  Eat 'em and weep baby.

Origami Master My Eldest Son Is

Here is a look at Ethan's collection of Star Wars Origami.   Notice Jabba hiding in the top left.  For some reason there seems to be a plethora of Han Foldos.  I guess my love for Harrison Ford has rubbed off on him.  The kid's got taste.  He is way better than Luke Skywalker.  Or at least I have always thought so.

May the force be with you.  

Frasier Fir Rocks

We forked over a few extra bucks this year for the soft, plush needles of the Frasier Fir.  I must say it is the best Christmas tree there is.  Quite possibly why it is also more expensive than most.  But it is well worth it.

Check it out Grandma.  Your favorite. 

Apparently Stink at Origami I do

Ethan has been enjoying star wars origami lately.  He and a buddy at school have been making them during recess.  "Awesome." we say and encourage him to continue.

Fast forward spending a gift card at B&N bookstore, we spy a somewhat more complicated book.  "Sure.  Go ahead.  We can handle it." 

Somewhere in my brain I have a section that totally misjudges my abilities.  It thinks, "Yeah. I can do that."  When really it should think, "Let's leave that to the professionals."

I tried the Millenium Falcon.  Fail.  I tried the pod racer.  Fail.  I tried Chewbacca.  Fail.

Finally I buckled down.  I was fresh faced, a Saturday morning (I have my best energy level).  I had not one but two cups of tea.  I had eaten a healthy oatmeal/craisin breakfast.  This was it.  My best, and possibly, only chance for success.

I spent two hours at the kitchen table watching a you tube video and referencing the book.

Oh the sweet smell of success I have.

Epiphany

 

In true Raymond and Rosemary Forestal tradition (Kevin's wonderful grandparents), our three wise men have been making the journey towards Bethlehem for quite some time now.  I have been working with my three boys to ALWAYS stop and ask someone for directions or help so that needless time may not be wasted.  I am in no way implying that the wise men, may perhaps have not been so wise, since they were tardy in their arrival.  Just saying that possibly they could have and should have stopped for directions.  

 

 

 

 

This is the beautiful nativity scene that my husband bought for me when he was still "woo-ing" me.  Back in the day when you could spend money on something decorative without thinking, "I shouldn't."  Isn't it beautiful?  The only other nativity that I have loved as much belongs to K's sister, Susan.  (I've got my eye on it....fyi)

O come let us adore him. 

My Apologies

to my mother-in-law who has been checking this blog faithfully only to find nothing new.

Sorry.

I will get my act together!

It is ironic that I just made that statement and now am unable to make this picture turn the correct way. 

Is this an indication of my abilities to get my act together in 2014?

I hope not.  Anyhow here is a photo of the boys with Santa.  It was taken during the Open House uptown on a cold rainy and then snow night.  Hence the outer gear.  This reminds me of the fact that the only wedding video of my Mom and Dad's wedding was taken upside down because my Uncle had just purchased a camera and didn't realize he had it upside down!

Public Notice

Be all ye here informed.

I will no longer be traveling to the other side of town due to the traffic snarled that have ensued because of the million dollar study that led the powers to be to spend years "improving" what can only ever be a two lane ingress and egress between the two sections of our town. 

If you need me, you know where to find me.  

Disclaimer....due in part to some directional difficulties of the writer she is unaware as to the direction of either section of town.  North? South? Northeast? Northwest?  Please don't hold it against me.  The Pennsylvania hills make it challenging.  Or at least that is the excuse I am sticking with.