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Makeshift Gloves

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Because I am the world's best mother, I have misplaced the boys' snow gloves. Mother Nature dumped about five inches on us last night and the boys, riddled with cabin fever, were desperate to go out. So I suited them up in the vein of The Christmas Story, each of them, Ewan especially, resembling Ralphie.

I made do with things around the house to create the best water-proof gloves for them: Glad Press and Seal, Ziploc bags, a lonely gardening glove and one of Chris's lined leather gloves. We have a habit of losing gloves at Team Loesch.

By the time I got Ewan's hands all wrapped up it his hands looked like feet, heels and all, and he was crying.

Foot hand! (Makeshift gloves)

"I'm positive that Mythbusters did a show on this," chirped Liam. It's his favorite show.

"I have foot hands," Ewan sniffled.

"But I can't grab anytang."

"I can't GRAB ANYTANG!" Ewan cried.

"Hey Mom!" Liam laughed, "is this a craft? Like that time you tried to paint?"

"Do you want to go outside or not?"

Silence. Except for Ewan sniffling over his clubbed-foot-hands.

"Mom," says Liam, "What would Mythbusters do?"

Finally realizing that what I was doing wasn't working, I lightened his load and used only the press-and-seal and two socks.

And then let them loose ...


Snow!!
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Snow!
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Mom's makeshift gloves SUCK.
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Still

Pudge:

Pudge. The rest of him is in there somewhere.

The rest of him is in there somewhere. Mean little brothers:

Mean little brothers
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More snow!!!

Oooh! Snowball!

Ooh! Snowball!

Poor Pudge's feet-hands make it hard for him to pick it up.

... but I can't pick it up. Poor Pudge.

What I did in Texas

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Bullet form.

- Gave a presentation on some past political projects which I helped roll out.

- Ate the worst Greek salad ever.

- Sounded like Kathleen Turner whenever I spoke and tried not to cough on people.

- Got dramatically excited about this place:

When in Texas


- Where I did this:

When in Texas


- ... and got a boo boo on my knuckle because holy Moses I was not letting go.
 
- Looked up Southfork Ranch five times on Google Maps.

- Hummed this theme A LOT:


Both my mom and my grandma watched this, I never knew what was going on but I remember playing a jump rope game in elementary school called "J.R. Got Shot."

- Flew back home while enjoying great conversation with some brave men and women in uniform.
 
- Met some great Texans involved with politics on a state level.

- Talked to an atheist Randian.

- Listened to a brilliant tea party Democrat economist.

- Mentioned to Chris three times that the bars of soap in the bathroom were shaped like leaves.

 - Played a game of Count the Men Who Look Like Kenny Rogers in the Airport. (In Chicago. Not in Memphis.)

- Missed my boys terribly.

Working At the Computer

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Right now at this very second, I am prepping for tonight's show and the boys have assembled a Lego war involving knights and Star Wars characters all over my feet. 

"You can't move, Mom!" Liam shouts. 

If I flinch a dozen or so tiny little Lego action figures will scatter and possibly little tiny heads will roll. 

Liam is quoting LOTR. 

"This quest rests on the edge of a knife ..."

I let them learn through play and sometimes it is hard to be so still. 

Merry Christmas

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PREZENTS!!11!

The house is quiet. 

"The Nativity Story" is playing out on the television. Chris sleeps nearby.

The boys' tree

I feel like I dash into many of my weekends short of breath, just making it across the finish line in time. 

The boys' Blessing Chain

Tonight I feel blessed and content, as content as can be on this imperfect earth. 

Even though it's been a wonderful year, a rough year, an exciting year, a painstaking year, I'll take it all, happy to have it, grateful to have it with the people in my life. 

Snowflake ornament on the boys' tree

I remember the reason for this season: the plight of a young new mother as she brought our Savior into this world and the pain that came with having to say goodbye to that Son; God giving His only Son so that we may live. 

I am grateful for this year, however it has come, and equally thankful for the next. 

Merry Christmas, from Trouble

Have a wonderful, merry, blessed Christmas. Remember why we celebrate: love. 
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