I am a lame decorator. Christmas it seems requires decorating. I can't even make our tree skirt fit:
. . . or keep ornaments on our tree.
I am lame at family devotions. We are a week behind on our Jesse Tree.
We have a lame Elf on the Shelf. He lost his magic long ago and the kids carry him around everywhere- and when he returns he gets stuck back on the same shelf every time. (My kids didn't buy the magical Elf story for a minute).
he sits up there right next to Jim's cigar . .. what?
I meant to mail our Christmas letter weeks ago. I wrote one and decided it was stupid, so I have been trying to write another but I am sitting here writing about what a lame mom I am instead. Maybe I will try to send a New Year's card. Just like I said I would send last year. And every year since 2007.
And forget about a professional photo shoot with our kids in matching Christmas outfits. This was the only photo from 2011 with everyone smiling, so this is the holiday photo I'm sending:
(don't look close at the dark circles under my eyes and ratty t-shirt. And why is Jim wearing long sleeves at the beach? I don't know.)
(Oh, and Sami and I put together a few of this cowgirl cookie mix to give. And, here is a link to a series of paintings I did for our church for Advent).