Published November 9, 2008
Tags: presents, tea
Who doesn’t love a surprise gift in the mail? It always makes me want to hug my postman (I have an old school postman who delivers the mail to my door). I probably should hug him sometime seeing as my dogs always growl and bark at him like they’re going to tear him limb from limb. I’m surprised he dares bring me my mail at all. But I digress: look!
All sorts of tea for me to try! It smells heavenly. All the way from Australia, no less! Thank you Julie, you are so thoughtful!
Published January 23, 2008
dutchkid , photos
Tags: birthday, kids, presents
Last year she was so upset about the whole birthday process, but this year she had so much fun!
And a small trip down memory lane… us now and then:
what a difference a few years makes!
Just a few pictures of Christmas morning. It was so much fun to have her actually understand the concept of opening the gifts, although she seemed to enjoy the ripping off of the paper more than realizing there were toys in there to be played with. I thought we had managed to keep the gifts to a minimum, except somehow now it seems like we really do have toys up to our eyeballs!
the dogs enjoying their present
the overstimulated toddler look
Normally, I’m not that into birthdays. I think it’s because my brother (who is 3 years younger than I am) shares my birthday. So as a kid, it was never just my special day. Now that I’m celebrating the anniversary of my 29th birthday several times over, it’s not something I publicize (except today, on my blog, ha). When your baby sister calls you and has to ask how old you are followed by, “you are old,“ it sort of loses its luster.
But I got some good stuff this year! I got to eat a nice dinner alone with my dh the night before, Godiva chocolates, a dvd (Ratatouille, which I haven’t seen yet, this was a dual present for the dutchkid and I), several magazine subscriptions, a gift certificate to my favorite tea catalog (thanks mom!), not to mention the laptop I am typing on that I’ve been enjoying for months now. It was a good day. Even though I had to go to the commissary on payday, on the weekend before the holiday, with my child in tow. It was my birthday, I was invincible!