Barefeet in High Heels

...from our house to yours.

May your holidays be as blessed as ours are and may the true reason of the season remind you of why the hustle and bustle is so worth the celebration. 

I'll be smiling through tears this holiday season.  My grandfather went to spend Christmas in heaven this morning.  According to Mini #1, he wanted to celebrate Jesus' birthday with him.

Once again, a Mini has put it all in perspective.

"Daddy...you no like KU.  I like the Hawkjays.  Kay?"

This weekend as Sissy (Luke's nanny) and I were baking, Mini #1 and Engineering Man enjoyed glasses of hot chocolate.

Engineering Man had just received a Nebraska Cornhusker shot glass from Sissy.

Mini #1 decided to put it to good use.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I giggled as they filled their cups...

She really is "Sissy".

And she's also an awesome holiday elf.

With the following ingredients...

...we made this....

...and this...

The weekend included this...

Saturday as I was cleaning the kitchen, I found Mini #1 here.

Mommy, Orion walking the blanket...

Walking through Wal-Mart not long ago, Mini #1 was "helping" me shop and said hello to a wonderful lady who was shopping.

She acknowledged his hello and proceeded to ask him, "Is Santa Claus coming to your house?"

The weekend included this...

Happy Sunday!!

Ah, Christmas.  The sights, the smells, the SOUNDS.

Yes folks, I'm one of those freaks that starts listening to Christmas stations before Thanksgiving. 

Last year I didn't find a Christmas station in Wichita.  This year I got lucky and happened upon 97.9.

:)

My radio has been tuned to it since Nov. 26. 

Daddy,

Mommy put her scary on...

The post office on WSU's campus helps out mini ones and organizes Letters from Santa.

Mini #1 got his in the mail today.

We proceeded to read it three times.

Every year I do a Christmas village on my buffet in the kitchen.

The weekend included this...

The main purpose of my job is to coordinate an event that includes approximately 650 "awardees", their families and friends, 20 members of a platform party and 80 volunteers. 

I have this nasty habit that if I'm woken up in the middle of the night, I start thinking about this event.  And everything I'm forgetting.

Mini #1 has a horrible cold, and needless to say decided at 1:15 this morning that he wanted to come sleep with us.  Two hours later I was standing in the kitchen making notes.  Two hours and 10 minutes later I was writing in the dark on the pad of paper next to my bed. (You should see that writing!)

Five hours later I was at the gym.

Five and a half hours later I was at work.

Sleep.  Sleep would be good here.