R2D2

OK, so the photography skills are mediocre, the lighting is horrible and my frosting skills leave a lot to be desired.

But I think he's charming and more importantly my soon to be four year old had a smile plastered from ear to ear.

It's Jack's birthday tomorrow, and while it's just us and Nana (and a whole lot of chauffeuring between preschool, kindergarten and ferry) we are going to celebrate.

Now to get them to bed so T and I can do some present assembly.

Blue Skies and Bread Crusts

This past weekend held some of those rare glorious winter days that keep you going the rest of the month.

Amazing blues of the sky and water, squinting in the low bright winter sun. Rosy cheeks and cold noses.

We fed the ducks at the marina. Well not so much the ducks as the seagulls. Poor ducks didn't stand a chance.

And I was thankful, once again, for this little slice of heaven that we get to call home. Blue skies, bread crusts and family. What could be better?

All Aboard

During the last week of school before the holidays,  Mrs. S read the kindergarten class "The Polar Express". 

Anna was utterly captivated, and we have been re-creating this magical train ride in our living room, on a near daily basis, ever since.

At eight seats, with only one or two passengers per seat, her express has an intimate, boutique feel.

All guests receive pillows, blankets, snacks, crafts and on board entertainment.

With Anna's attention to detail and guest satisfaction, the Orient Express may find themselves slipping in the ranks of great train journeys.

Happy New Year

The littles had been looking forward to New Year's Day for one reason.

Mass destruction of the gingerbread ski chalet.

A joyful flattening of all our hard work.

There was only one slip up during the long month of temptation sitting on the counter.

On Boxing Day, when I came downstairs to find Anna with a tree in her hand, crumbs on her face and the excuse of "Sorry Mama, I guess I got a little confused.".

I'm hoping that beginning the year with sugar fueled happiness is a good omen for the rest of year.

It sure beats a hangover anyways.

Best Wishes for a wonderfully sweet New Year from the Purple Starfish Gang.

Boxing Day Redefined

Several hours, and over a thousand bricks later, Jack and I have given Boxing Day a new twist. I wonder how many boxes of Lego we will assemble next year?

Merry Christmas

Wrapping paper and ribbons flying in all directions.

Christmas wishes fulfilled.

Smiles of joy and hearts brimming with delight.

And, of course, the box is the highlight of the day.

'Twas The Night Before Christmas

Sometimes I think the anticipation of this moment is better than the reality of the next day.

Tangible excitement, believing in magic.

Anna laid out a holiday feast she felt Santa would appreciate the most.

Pineapple, red pepper, baby oranges and a cold cup of water. She wants him to stay healthy. She also felt he needed a comfy chair, for resting. Mittens, in case his fingers were cold. And her festive tree branch, for "extra beauty". My thoughtful girl.

Jack, more or less, wanted to get on with things. He is literally quivering with joy.

But for now, peace.

Dean Martin crooning in the background, rain on the skylights and visions of sugarplums dancing in the heads of my littles asleep in their beds.

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night."