I've overslept for two days in a row, which is quite unusual for me, as I'm a morning person. I've always been a morning person, and if anything I've become even more so since I've had children: I really enjoy (need?) the quiet time alone early in the morning when the house is still asleep, and my kitchen smells of freshly brewed coffee. And the last couple of days, instead of feeling more rested because of the extra sleep, I've been feeling more tired for all the running around I've been doing, trying to make up for that lost time! Does this make any sense?
But we've enjoyed some quiet time all together, while making the Christmas elves we use to decorate our Christmas presents (here). Except that this year I'd saved a small branch from the generous birch tree in our lane, and we also made a batch of silver birch elves.
To be honest, I'm a little unsure about them. I think I prefer my traditional style of elves, with the snow-white beard and brown bark body:
They seem more ... elvish! These more elvish elves are made with laurel wood.
It was Rebecca who insisted that we make them immediately, after patiently waiting for days for the just-sawed wooden pieces to dry out properly. Immediately, despite the fact that I've been running short of time these days, and although I typically start doing Christmas things at the last possible minute, instead of now, at the beginning of December. She's very much into Christmas this year. She's noticing all the decorations in our neighborhood, and is coming up with all sorts of ideas for things to make: elves, stars, trees and sparkling things of all sort. And you know what? I think her child-like enthusiasm and anticipation of the magic of Christmas has started to rub off on me. This year we're going to start preparing and celebrating at the beginning of December, and try to get the most out of the Christmas season.