-One-
My laundry is washed, folded, and mostly put away, my kitchen is clean, there are two batches of cookies and a batch of granola on the counter, my fridge is stocked with delicious leftovers, our five pans of fudge are cut and doled out to send off to our mission partners, Anni has been outside to play nearly every day this week, and I have only one shoot left to be caught up for Christmas.
Lest you think I'm supermom, here's my little secret: my mama came to
visit, which pretty much means all domestic dreams come true.
-Two-
My mom had to leave a day early today, and, as you would probably expect, everything fell apart, especially my patience. Just keepin' it real... I am so not supermom.
-Three-
A week or so ago, in the midst of a big snowstorm, we had one of those parenting moments we will never forget. I was working downstairs when I heard Daniel yelling for me, and as I ran up the steps, heard him saying, "Just breathe, Colette, just breathe." That in itself isn't too scary as both of our girls hold their breath when they get really upset, but my heart was already pumping. As I rounded the corner, I saw Colette go limp (at the time I thought she was arching her back, seizure-like). As Daniel tried to rouse her, I fumbled with his phone, trying to dial 911 (this took far longer than it should have, because I am, apparently, incapable of figuring his smartphone out). The firemen/ems workers/ambulance (I honestly am not sure which combination thereof came, they were all very large, very competent men in two different vehicles) made it within three minutes. During that time, we had been doing our best to keep Colette awake (she had started to drift off to sleep). To wrap up the rest quickly: she smiled and started to respond pretty normally as the first responders came in and we ended up refusing transport (at their recommendation) and were able to put the incident behind us. After talking to our favorite medical professionals at length, we are pretty sure that she held her breath for just long enough to pass out (or nearly pass out) and was sluggish to respond simply because her body was trying to get oxygen back into her system. Whew. There you have it, my first 911 call.
-Four-
Some random photos of Lettie from the past week; because, while I did manage to write in her baby book for 9 months... I kind of missed it on here, and she'll be 10 months on Christmas Eve. Therefore... Happy 9.75 months, Colette!
-Five-
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas! With an extra adult around, Daniel was able to get some lights up! That makes us one of two houses on our block to have lights. They're all just waiting until Christmas Day, right? Advent feels like it went so fast. All of the sudden we are less than a week from Christmas, and while I'm ready, I don't know if I feel ready. That being said, I am rarely really ready for the next thing, so that doesn't mean that the next thing shouldn't come nor that it isn't a beautiful thing.
6. We went to an ugly sweater party last week. I think I'll let the photos do the talking for this one (thank you to my lovely friend, Amy, who let me borrow a few of her pictures to illustrate my point!)
-Seven-
I'm sorry for the lame, haphazard attempt at getting back into the "seven quick takes" game. Forgive me, then go check out some (most likely far better) Seven Quick Takes at
Conversion Diary.
