I love January. I really do (I also love Mondays) It's a new month in a new year, it's fresh, clean and unscathed. It's the perfect time for me take stock and align things for the coming year...meanwhile God is laughing and shaking His head at me. I'll never learn.
Even though I am excited for what's in store this year, I'm rather sad to see 2011 come to an end. We bonded, ole '11 and I. So many wonderful things happened to me this year and it is one that I will hold dear to my heart, alongside 2007, the year I became a mother. But 2012 is going to be a doozy, I can just feel it...something in the wind when it blows suggests a hint of change mixed with milestones. It's both terrifying and exhilarating but mostly it's just life, and boy how I love it when it's not being a big ole stinker.
I am downsizing lately and have been going through all of my moving boxes. I am proud to say that I am parting with more than I am keeping...although my collections of vintage pyrex would suggest otherwise. The dreary weather of late has put me in the full-fledged nesting mode. Today I behaved as if I were a 90-year-old grandma and I began organinzing my needlework station. I just hated myself a little as I typed that out.
But watching my slow transformation as my tangled mess goes from this...
...to this, makes me feel productive and stirs my creative juices. Something about seeing things in order just really gets me...I just wish I could keep those things in order, ya know what I'm sayin'?
I just had to take a break and go shnuggle Isabella. Something woke her, so she came padding into the room and you know? There is nothing more lovable than a sleepy tot. Her hair was all messy and her cheeks were rosy from sleep. She asked me to "cuddle her a little bit" and who in the world could refuse a request so sweet? I don't think there is anything I love more than snuggling her at night and smelling her clean little toddler head and kissing her sweet little sleepy cheeks. But when I was wrassling myself into her tiny little bed, I noticed the hoot owl I attempted to make last week. I was experimenting and the result was a clumsy little fellow that I ended up giving to Isabella to play with...when I gave it to her she exclaimed very loudly that I was the sweetest mommy in the world and that she loved this beautiful hoot owl. I guess she does love it...because it's already missing an eye.