The morning started with intense anxiety over absolutely nothing, which led to tears, but then also led to this.
Tag: christina
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February 11
The amount of makeup these kids were wearing was almost frightening. Here’s Christina trying to get hers off. To each their own.
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January 17
Christina spent some birthday money on a new watch and a four-foot long cat stuffie, and they both arrived today while she was at school. We walked home today and Christina basically ran the last tenth of a mile to get to her package. I made her get the mail and wait for me to put away the garbage can and then started joking around that I hoped I could find my keys in my purse, taking my time ruffling around. Christina went insane and I finally gave in and pulled out my keys, only to find that I actually didn’t have my house key. The keypad for the garage door wasn’t working either. So we went all around the house trying to find a window to crawl through. Christina was in a rage, literally throwing patio furniture across the yard and kicking tables. We finally managed to pry the screen off the kitchen window and get in that way. Thank goodness, too, because I think I might have had to take Christina to the hospital if she had to wait much longer for her birthday gifts.
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January 13
Salt and pepper shaker wars at the hotel Cracker Barrel in beautiful Ocala, FL. The drive from Jacksonville goes through miles and miles of nothing and sure enough, Christina had to go to the bathroom in the middle of nowhere. We didn’t quite make it to the gas station before it was too late. But here we are, two bickering girls and me at the Hampton Inn.
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January 1
I took the kids and dogs on my traditional New Year’s Day hike, this year to the Julington-Durbin Creek Preserve, and oh, the drama. I knew the girls wouldn’t want to go on a long hike, so I took them down a side trail to cut off the longer loop. It was a little grown over and Christina cried the whole way, saying we were lost, that we’d never find our way out, that we would be eaten by bears and Daddy would have to live alone, that she wanted to go back and take the long way, who cares about her feet? Then there were some briars on the trail and I had to pull a couple out of Jackson’s paws and that sealed it for Christina. She says she’ll never go on another hike with me again, even though we were never lost. And that’s how we’re kicking off 2023. 🎉
Year in Photos 