Honey and I went to a holiday supper with great friends last week. I texted him early in the day and said “tonight is dress up”, clearly meaning for him to don some slacks and a pressed shirt. Yet, this is what I walked out the door with.
The baby managed to squeeze in one last birthday celebration – an outing to Chuck E Cheese with his best school pal. Their birthday’s are one week apart and BOTH were in Disney World for the other’s big day. 
I’ve been recording movies from the ABC Family 25 Days of Christmas all month. We shut all the blinds, light up the tree, pop popcorn and snuggle in sleeping bags to enjoy them. There are still a few days left!
Between Disney, birthdays, school and class parties, I totally dropped the ball on our Jesse Tree Advent Tradition. To make my guilty heart feel even worse, I’m going to go ahead and admit that this is how we’ve celebrated Advent so far. Oy.
I made “The Bread” from the Pioneer Woman and it was every bit as divine as the reviews claimed it to be! Butter and bread has never tasted so delish.
I bid a solemn farewell to my favorite Upper East Siders on the series finale of Gossip Girl Monday night. All the loose ends were smartly tied up and I was grinning from ear to ear by the final few moments. After six memorable years, what on earth am I going to do with that hour every Monday night? (Honey’s reply: “Did you really just say that?”)
On PJ Tuesday, the baby’s “lunch dessert” was the one leftover cupcake from his party. We put his beloved red glittered 4 candle in it, lit it and sang happy birthday again. Since then, we’ve repeated the ritual in his pimento cheese sandwich at lunch Wednesday and waffles at breakfast Thursday. I don’t know why, but I can’t bear to throw it away. Actually, that’s a lie… I do know why. Things have changed since last Friday.
And speaking Sandy Hook, I read and reread and then read this again earlier in the week. Every word was burgeoning with the truth and I will never, ever forget it. In that vein, this is what MY six looks like…
Happy weekend, y’all!
xoxo
I too have a six at home.
Ok, I just read the link and I am crying all over again. This tragedy has hit me harder than any news story I can remember.
On a lighter note, your husband is hysterical!
Cheers! – Shelley
I am dying over what your husband considers dressed up :) That sweater is AWESOME!
You are such a great mom, and yes, it is so true how our actions are just a little bit different since last Friday.
Amanda,
You inspired me to send you an email. Check your inbox.
-Shelley
Your last paragraph took my breath away. I have a 15 year old son but will forever remember what MY six looked like. I don't know if we will ever be the same. Hugs, Meghan
Your husband cracked me up!!
We too do the candle and sing happy birthday for about a week with all meals at our house too…and that's just for my birthday. ;)jk
Just read the link and tears are flowing…again. I have a 23 year old daughter and a 15 year old son and it seems like just yesterday they were six. This tragedy is every parents worst nightmare, I can't even begin to imagine their pain. Our country is forever changed. I know I'm holding my family a little bit closer these days.
Is Honey wearing earrings with that "lovely" sweater?????????Thanks for a good laugh!!!!!!
I just found your delightful blog and have been reading a bunch! I too have a 6 year old blessing who takes my breath away every single day. I was especially devastated for those parents too because I could so readily imagine their pain.
Higgs,
Kim