Look at our happy family. We are soooo happy and content. Oh, wait a second, you’re not in this photo. Yeah, take a goooooood long look, sweetheart. Because that’s what our family is going to look like if you don’t find another camera cord thingy on your way home from work tonight!
I love you!
Hug, pinch, Kiss, kick, Hug, push, Kiss, tickle,
April- your ever persistent wife of 15 years, 4 months, 2 weeks and 2 days……..
What I’m hoping this new year will bring.
1. Finished dining room walls. Cause I’m sorta over looking at the termite eaten wall.
2. A longing to exercise so severe that I run right out the door and don’t stop until I’m completely de-muffin topped.
3. For a little boy named Caden to be healed from cancer.
4. A garden lush with tomatoes.
5. A cow to put in my freezer.
6. Chickens, a coop, fresh eggs.
7. Turkeys to be named Harry and Martha.
8. Fruit trees heavy laden. Therefore causing me to beg my mom and sister to come help make a gazillion jars of preserves.
9. Oh, I’m afraid to write this….here goes, to refurbish my childhood furniture that looks like it was salvaged from the dump. I’ve been meaning to repaint it for um, well, uh, 14 years. What are the chances of me actually getting it done?
10. To read more.
11. Get back into pottery. My fingers ache to play with Clay….I mean clay. I really miss the wheel and the creative outlet.
12. For my parents to get their house sold so they can move closer to me and start carting my children around to games and activities while I become the next greatest potter.
13. Aaaand now for the cheese whiz. I hope for my children to remain healthy and happy. I can only hope for my husband to stay just the way he is, purrrfect (Honeeee, are you reading this? I didn’t mention the camera cord…..that you lost.) And I hope for many, many more happy days here in Kansas.
I’ll arrive a few weeks before Christmas so I can help decorate. First, I’ll take the lights outside and bang them on the side of the house. After I’ve broken half the strand and tied it into knots I’ll toss it on the roof and exclaim, “That is soooooo beautiful!”.
I’ll beg, plead, cry and argue about whose turn it is to put the star on top of the tree. Then I’ll insist it’s my turn and would my children please hoist me up to the top so I won’t break a hip?
I’ll look appreciatively at the nativity scene then hide Baby Jesus in the toy chest, pop the head off one of the Wisemen and glue it back on with cranberry sauce.
I’ll volunteer to make sugar cookies. I’ll leave bits of dough under the sink, in the pantry and I’ll use some to make a Santa face on the oven door. When I clean up, I’ll thoroughly dust the kitchen with flour before taking a wet rag to wipe down the surfaces leaving behind a nice crusty haze. Then I’ll eat all the cookies.
I’ll want to make crafts. Lots and lots of crafts that require large amounts of glitter, glue and tiny pieces of paper. I’ll set up my crafting on the dining room table. I’ll get tired after building several three dimensional glitter-glue-paper objects and need to take a nap on my children’s bed where I’ll shed all the glitter, glue and paper off my clothes.
I’ll eat nothing but candy for three days then vomit piles of chocolate-peppermint-cinnamon-orange on every rug, pillow, blanket and shoe they own. When they offer me a plastic bucket, I’ll refuse and tell them, “No thanks, I feel much better now.”
I’ll use three rolls of wrapping paper to wrap a gift card.
I’ll hide the scotch tape in my car and put the scissors in the dryer.
I’ll violently shake all the packages under the tree and repeatedly say, “THIS BETTER NOT BE CLOTHES!!!”
Right before we leave for Christmas Eve services at church I’ll spill juice on the kids’ new outfits, pour mud in their shoes and hide them outside.
When Christmas dinner is served I’ll heap my plate with mashed potatoes and bread then tell my children how bad everything smells and I’m not very hungry.
On my way out the door I’ll give them all a hug, tell them how much I love spending Christmas with them, then smash six ornaments, just because.
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