Thursday, 20 December 2012

Christmas Wreath

The other week I decided that the boy and I would try making a Christmas wreath (it couldn't be any worse than our Easter wreath), and I figured if it didn't turn out, it could get hung on the boy's bedroom door and I'd put a store bought one on the front door.

Then I saw a tweet from Lindsey at Recreated (@LGrecreated) about this 'Amaze-Balls" wreath she had created, and I thought, hey, maybe I can do that. (Plus her post had plenty of 'balls'  and I have  the sense of humour of a 12 year old boy).

I let the boy pick the balls he wanted to use, and then he told me where to place them when we put the wreath together. I probably would have put more on, but the boy decided we had enough, and since he was the creative team, and I was just the labour, I had to listen to him.

The finished product

The boy loves to show it off to everyone, and I think it's front door worthy, so we're all set - bring on Christmas!

Wednesday, 12 December 2012

The Boy's view of the Christmas market

We headed down to the Christmas Market this past weekend with some friends to help us get in the Christmas spirit. The weather didn't really inspire any great Christmas-y feelings (it was damp & rainy), but the carollers, booths, food (yum warm nuts!), and general atmosphere made it a great night out. 

Like last year, the boy took his camera , to document the outing, and he's really getting quite proficient so I thought I'd share them.

There you have it, this year's trip to the Toronto Christmas Market was a success, I can't wait until next year to see what the boy finds picture-worthy then!

Thursday, 6 December 2012

This is why the boy isn't allowed to dress me

"Mummy, look it's so sparkly and pretty, you should buy it"

Because what every SAHM needs in her closet is a sparkly gold mini dress... 

Although according to the boy I could wear it anywhere, so if you see someone freezing at kindergarten drop off, but looking very sparkly, you'll know the boy convinced me to get the dress.

Wednesday, 5 December 2012

The real Santa

I'm taking the boy to see Santa at the mall this afternoon to have his picture taken. It's become a tradition for us, and the boy has always enjoyed it, thankfully. No 'hilarious' screaming baby photos for us.

He asked me if it was the real Santa, and not really knowing how to answer it, I just asked him what he thought (best cop-out answer ever). After thinking for a moment he decided that our mall Santa was real, but other mall Santa's weren't, the Santa that was in our local parade was the real Santa too.

Nice to know that he still believes, but since he already realizes that not all Santa's are 'real', I wonder how long it will be before he decides that none of the Santa's are real? I think I'll be using this letter if he ever asks about Santa. But for now, I can still say, 'yes boy, there is a Santa.'