I haven't had the heart to blog lately.
But still, there are lots of good and wonderful things happening around the Kendziera household and if this blog is one of the ways I can remind myself of that, well, I better get to it.
One of the good things happening around here is that Christmas is almost here and my sister and her family will be here on Tuesday. Then on Wednesday, my eighty-five-year-old grandparents, whose year has been a lot rougher than mine, will arrive, too. We are hoping for many snacks and coziness and cousins who share and snow. Yes, this is the one time I will willingly invite snow into my life. But the day after Christmas, please, snow, go away and don't come back. Not that you will listen to me until April.
Frankie has completed her Christmas wish list and it includes the following two items: a beach ball and lots of candy. When I reminded her we already had a beach ball, she told me "Well, we can always use another one."
I like a girl with simple tastes.
Luckily, she has parents who know what she would actually want to have if she were only insightful enough to know it. And that is a double doll stroller. Of all the toys in the house, perhaps only second to the train table, the strollers have gotten the most use. And when Frankie was introduced to the delight of a DOUBLE stroller at her cousins' house, she couldn't believe such joys actually existed. Two seats to fill with various stuffed animals with dad's neckties tied tightly around their necks as leashes? Heaven!
Molly, of course, doesn't know up from down enough to have a Christmas list, but she does have one love in her life (besides suckers). Videos of Jay Jay the Jet Plane. I am ashamed to admit that my one-year-old loves nothing more in life than to sit in front of the TV on a stool and watch Jay Jay the Jet Plane. She loves it so much that when she occasionally cries out in the night, she doesn't call my name, she actually moans "Jay Jay." If that is not a sad insight into how important it is to keep small children from watching TV, I don't know what is.