Finally. It's about time.
It's been a hard month. First, I had to deal with a scary mammogram result, which rammed breast cancer and its ramifications into my chest, where I was convinced for an hour that the lump everyone was concerned about was indeed cancer. How very, very scary, and how much I feel for the thousands of women out there who have dealt with it, are still dealing with it, have survived it, and have died of it. It's no picnic, being a woman .
And then little Eva got sick with a fever, and she cried non-stop, without any other symptoms. This is how my second son started his bout with a terrible disease almost three years ago. A high fever, no other symptoms. He ended up contracting a heart aneurysm from Kawasaki disease, had to stay at the hospital for a while, and now has to take blood thinning medication every day. So you can see how a fever takes on a different twist in our house. Fortunately, Eva vomited after a few hours, which was so very, very lovely, because we now knew that she just had the flu - not Kawasaki disease!
I take my health and my family's health for granted, because I have always been a strong Arian warrior, and because we lead a very healthy lifestyle, but now that I have turned 40, my body is not like it was when I was 20. And I have learned from first hand experience that your children can waste away in your arms, no matter how healthy you eat. So I join the ranks of women who hold their children close to them, while they realize how very precious they are, and how very precious life is...
On this cheerful note, I want to report that we now, on this second advent, have a beautiful christmas tree and a not so beautiful handmade advent calendar (which is a tradition from my German childhood, where little presents are strung to a wreath, and the children get turns opening one present a day, starting on the first advent Sunday, and ending on Christmas).
We harvested our christmas tree under a power lines road, where the trees will be cut anyway, so they don't mess up electricity.
|Apparently, it's a man's job to select a proper christmas tree. See how seriously they are taking their job?|
|Success! Thank you, sweet little tree, for giving your life for our enjoyment...|
|While the ducks are foraging for yummy things outside, the Christmas decorations are waiting to be put on the tree.|
|Look at her! She is a knitting Gramma ornament! Just right up my alley! Plus, it's from Germany.|
|My sweet, old, stinky dog Pluto.|
|And then, of course, there is the Christmas baking. I have three enthusiastic helpers and taste testers.|