I’m sure you are all waging a war against days too short with too much to do. I eat breakfast before the sun comes up and dinner is served after dark. Makes for some quick days around here. They are jam-packed with things to do. One thing that is taking a backseat, though, is writing. There doesn’t seem to be time to sit and ponder and put words together. This morning, while the laundry tumbles in the dryer, and before I take off to look for a few gifts, I will tell you about our very busy weekend.
We are spending our December weekends, excluding Sundays when I teach Sunday School, taking care of our tiny grandchildren. Upon arrival at their home on Friday, Leeya and I decorated a gingerbread house that a friend had constructed:
In the afternoon, after naps, we headed to the mall to see the decorations and buy some tights for Leeya. This is a favorite spot of ours for a photograph:
We dug in the sand, played on the playground equipment, visited the Secret Garden, and ran around in the Japanese Garden before heading home to warm baths, lunch, and naps. I think I must have gone down the slide a few too many times with Judah as I was feeling my 60 years the next day. Next week, we will go back and have more adventures.
Here is the final results for the gingerbread house. I thought Leeya did a really good job for a 3 year old. Of course, I’m highly prejudiced.