Snow and Presents

There's nothing like waking up to a fresh blanket of snow.  Flakes still falling from the sky and landing in a still silent world.  No footprints across the lawn, no tire tracks down the street; just stillness. 

There's also nothing like watching four little boys tramp through that snow, messing it all up.

We did a teensy, tiny bit of Christmas shopping today and it gave me terrible anxiety.  Once I start I just want to finish.  But I'm waiting for Black Friday because I told my sister I would.  I hope she appreciates the self-restraint that's costing me.  

I only have parents and my kids left to buy for.  Yeah - the hardest ones.  Andrew and I can't decide what to get for our older boys.  We feel like it needs to be something that they can use indoors because we're headed for the land of eternal rain. But it also has to be something small because there's a very good chance we'll end up in an apartment out there. And the last thing we want to do is get them video games of any kind.  I think the only option left is Barbies. Other suggestions are welcome.  

As for the parents - I think all three of them are going to get Christmas sweaters as punishment for being so hard to buy for. Someone needs to answer that age-old question - What do you get for the person who has everything?  Ten points to anyone who can solve that dilemma.  Minus ten points if you suggest something I have to make.