I just got 60 (!!!) Christmas cards mailed out. I have two more that are ready except for address labels and three extras. I'm especially proud of myself for not chickening out of writing the card to a family member whose husband just passed away. The thought of having to find a way to write "Merry Christmas" to someone who is obviously anything but merry at the moment made me cringe (for days while putting it off), but I dare say I think I've done a pretty decent job of it.
I feel like I've done nothing but write personal notes on cards for the last three days. This, of course, is not at all true. I've done lots of other things!
I took Noah to the mall on Friday (stupid idea, as everybody and their mother was also there). I made salt dough ornaments for the kids to decorate on Christmas, I made dough for two pie crusts, I made spritz cookies, I made dough for more cookies, and I vacuumed the house:
I even made tiny snowglobe soaps! It was one of the easiest, funnest, most satisfyingest projects I've worked on in a while:
Secret Agent Josephine came up with the idea and shared it on alphamom. She rocks!