She’s making her list

I am a list maker. I make so many lists that I really should keep a list of all my lists. I’m guessing it started back when I was a child, and probably at Christmastime. After all, what child doesn’t love to make a wish list for Santa? But several days ago I found a different kind of list stuck to our refrigerator:

“Addy’s Christmas list of things to make”

You see, our daughter, Addison, is also a list maker. But I love that hers is not a list of things she hopes to receive, but things she hopes to make and give.

When my husband and I found the list, we talked about how cute it was. (I especially love the homemade pen holder!) But evidently she took her plans very seriously, because this morning I found all these under the tree:

All are homemade by Addy, and she even made some of the packaging herself:

I love that she spent so much time creating gifts for others. But this isn’t something new.  Every year it seems that more than half the gifts under our tree are from Addy. (And in a family of six, “more than half” is a lot of presents!)

I am constantly learning from this sweet girl, who lives out Acts 20:35:

“…..and remember the words of the Lord Jesus, that He Himself said, ‘It is more blessed to give than to receive.’”

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The sweetest little Santa

Now that we’ve already given it away, I can show you what I helped my youngest daughter make for her grandparents for Christmas this year:

We started with a small wooden frame we already had on hand, and painted it black (with acrylic paint and a sponge brush).

Then the fun part: I painted Remi’s hand, much to her delight, and had her press it onto white cardstock.

This is how the finished product looked:

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I got the idea here, and as usual I adapted it some. (I added the googly eyes and the sequins on the tip of the hat; I let Remi draw the smile herself; and I did NOT use glitter. I assume there’s no explanation needed for that little modification.)

I love how it turned out…so much that I had her make another one for our family. I’m excited about the thought of pulling it out to display each Christmas and remembering how tiny those chubby hands were this year.

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The wish that won’t be granted

These…

…these are my downfall.

Oh, how I WISH I’d never tasted that first one.

But I did. And there’s not a Santa in the world that can turn back time and undo that one.

*Sigh*

I guess I should be thankful they’re only available seasonally.

What can you not resist this time of year (or any other?)

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