The House Is Decorated

Well the house is finally decorated. Not our house, this house:

We make a gingerbread house every year with the kids. It's something I remember fondly from when I was little, and the kids just love it!

This year, like the tree, I let them do almost all of it themselves. It started out that way anyway...

..until J dumped half the bag of icing on the floor. I guess I forgot to tell him you had to twist the top of the bag, and hold your hand over it. He had icing all the way down his shirt and a big pile of it on the floor. The funny thing is he didn't even notice, he looked down at his shirt in surprise when I asked him what happened.

I took over icing duty, but the kids put all the candy where they wanted it and I think it turned out pretty good.

Here is the Great Gingerbread House of 2010:

The other day I felt like such a boob (John is totally going to laugh when he reads that word) in Target. I was looking for a book for my son's school book exchange and I came across the book "Someday" by Alison Mcghee. Have you read it?

It's a Mom talking to her daughter and it starts like this: "One day I counted your fingers and kissed each one." Then goes to this: "Sometimes, when you sleep, I watch you dream, and I dream too.. And it goes through all kinds of scenarios of "somedays" that she hopes for her daughter. For example:

I dream that someday - your eyes will be filled with a joy so deep that they shine; you will run so fast and so far your heart will feel like fire; you will call a song to the wind, and the wind will carry your song away.

Then she says "Someday I will stand on this porch and watch your arms waving to me until I no longer see you." And then "Someday I will watch you brushing your child's hair." Then she ends with "Someday, a long time from now, your own hair will glow silver in the sun. And when that day comes, love, you will remember me."

I almost burst into tears in the middle of the store. I don't know why it is hitting me so hard lately that my kids are getting older and there is nothing I can do about it. My oldest is starting middle school next year, and my youngest just started crawling and it's all going just a little too fast for me. I wonder how Mom's ever let their kids go off to college, or on a mission and leave home. I'm surely not ready for that. I guess I'll just take it one day at a time and go cuddle my baby right now before she gets old enough to mind.