Okay, where did December go? Here it is nearly half gone, and I'm still trying to figure out my Christmas list. I made some headway this morning, though, when my friend around the corner invited me to go shopping. I lost count of how many stores we hit, but I think I bought something in every one.
Shopping is not high on my list of favorite activities. But trying to figure out what to get my very diverse family for Christmas? It's hard enough shopping for my 6-foot-6 husband, who doesn't fit in "normal" clothes. And we're at the stage in life where if we really want something, we just go buy it anyway. I mean, why wait until Christmas or a birthday?
Complicating matters further is our daughter, son-in-law, and two grandkids we haven't seen in over a year. Have their tastes changed? Sizes? What do they need most, returning to the States after three years on the mission field?
Our other daughter and her family are slightly easier. She loves anything pink. Her husband loves anything hunting-related. And several years ago, after an eye-popping tour of our three grandsons' cluttered converted-garage bedroom, we decided the very last thing they needed was more clothes and toys. So we came up with the idea of creating a "savings account" for each of them (actually just hidden money in my Quicken software) to be used for extracurricular activities like basketball camp, tennis lessons, etc. Between Christmas and birthdays, we keep their accounts pretty well stocked. All Mom & Dad have to do is let us know how much a sign-up will cost, and we send a check or e-mail the money via PayPal.
This Christmas is going to be pretty special, though. After four grandsons, I finally get to shop for precious little-girl toys and outfits! Zoë will be 21 months old this Christmas--what a fun time we'll have! (Nothing against those boys, but honestly, how much camo do you really need, gentlemen?)
Oh, and we must not forget the puppies. I can tell you what I bought them because, of course, they won't be reading my blog. Today I picked out a leopard-print plush ball and a new fuzzy squirrel, since the old squirrel only has about half its tail left. It's ancient anyway, one of the very first toys we bought our dear greyhound, Brynna, who now chases wildlife in doggy heaven. Oh, and adding to our ever-expanding squeaky-toy menagerie, I ordered a plush rabbit online today. My daughters think we spoil our doggies more than we ever did them or the grandkids. Go figure.