Never in your wildest dreams would you have voted me Most Likely To Have All Those Kids, but...things happen ;) And there are treasure troves of things to laugh about when your life is full of goofy kids.
When we lived in Texas, we were living a charmed life. (Wish I had appreciated it more at the time!) Great house, great friends, great neighbors, great money, great kids...life was good. And one of the things I did then was live celebration to celebration.
We literally have four celebrations in February...anniversary, Valentine's Day, Fat Tuesday/Mardi Gras and...something else. Week by week party. The "holidays" started with Halloween and ran through New Year's...I changed decorations more than I changed light bulbs. Kids can make celebrations out of anything and if you're smart? You'll follow.
Of course, to have all this celebrating you need (in addition to event-appropriate alcohol;) "stuff." Dishes. Candleholders. Table cloths. Dangly things and sparkly things and shiny things and things that make noise. When you're dealing with kids? The gaudier the better. (Actually, that's GAWDY, but I'd have to explain.)
So I bought this set of dishes. White dishes with gold stars. We brought them out after Thanksgiving and kept them out until after New Year's. If you ever get the chance to shop at a Garden Ridge? Take it. More fun than the fair. And some time later I was somewhere and there was...gold flatware. Lots and lots of flashy gold flatware, in it's nice box, winking at me.
So I bought it. And now, we have white dishes with gold stars and gold things to eat with and honey, if you are a kid you are in dress-up heaven. How cool is THIS?
It snowed last week and the neighborhood kids were everywhere (excepting the devil kid from next door, to whom we still do not speak) and come lunchtime, I called them in to feed them. Hot ham and cheese sandwiches, with beans and chips and hot chocolate and cup cakes and pickles. And for some reason, I picked up the container and put out the gold flatware.
A little boy from down the street was wolfing down his sandwich and when he reached for a fork, he stopped.
And said, in a breathless voice, "Ohhhhhh...golden spoons."
Golden spoons.
Thank you, God, for giving me golden spoons. And wet gloves and cold champagne and a goofy husband and snow in Alabama. For my great-grandmother's little china cabinet and rose bushes, and snot and peanut butter on my shoulder.
I am truly blessed.
Even if my dog DID die ;)
When we lived in Texas, we were living a charmed life. (Wish I had appreciated it more at the time!) Great house, great friends, great neighbors, great money, great kids...life was good. And one of the things I did then was live celebration to celebration.
We literally have four celebrations in February...anniversary, Valentine's Day, Fat Tuesday/Mardi Gras and...something else. Week by week party. The "holidays" started with Halloween and ran through New Year's...I changed decorations more than I changed light bulbs. Kids can make celebrations out of anything and if you're smart? You'll follow.
Of course, to have all this celebrating you need (in addition to event-appropriate alcohol;) "stuff." Dishes. Candleholders. Table cloths. Dangly things and sparkly things and shiny things and things that make noise. When you're dealing with kids? The gaudier the better. (Actually, that's GAWDY, but I'd have to explain.)
So I bought this set of dishes. White dishes with gold stars. We brought them out after Thanksgiving and kept them out until after New Year's. If you ever get the chance to shop at a Garden Ridge? Take it. More fun than the fair. And some time later I was somewhere and there was...gold flatware. Lots and lots of flashy gold flatware, in it's nice box, winking at me.
So I bought it. And now, we have white dishes with gold stars and gold things to eat with and honey, if you are a kid you are in dress-up heaven. How cool is THIS?
It snowed last week and the neighborhood kids were everywhere (excepting the devil kid from next door, to whom we still do not speak) and come lunchtime, I called them in to feed them. Hot ham and cheese sandwiches, with beans and chips and hot chocolate and cup cakes and pickles. And for some reason, I picked up the container and put out the gold flatware.
A little boy from down the street was wolfing down his sandwich and when he reached for a fork, he stopped.
And said, in a breathless voice, "Ohhhhhh...golden spoons."
Golden spoons.
Thank you, God, for giving me golden spoons. And wet gloves and cold champagne and a goofy husband and snow in Alabama. For my great-grandmother's little china cabinet and rose bushes, and snot and peanut butter on my shoulder.
I am truly blessed.
Even if my dog DID die ;)
Comments
Thanks for an uplifting, dear, post to get the week off to a good start. I'm really, really, sorry if your dog died...
Malisa