Snapshots: A Manatee in a Sweater

In our almost-ghost village, there is a strange cinder block structure that we call the smokehouse. Because that's our best guess as to its original function. The smokehouse is a favorite destination of the children, because you can both go inside of it, and climb on top of it.

Poppy surveying her kingdom from the smokehouse.

Tomorrow is A.'s birthday. Last year I got him an introductory offer for a wine club that included 12 bottles of red wine from different countries. It was one of those things where the first box is like half the price of the others and they're hoping you'll continue receiving the subsequent boxes either because you love getting a dozen bottle of wine every few months, or because you forget to cancel the subscription.

I don't forget to cancel subscriptions, so I just get the introductory one and then stop. I did it again this year. A. loves wine, but won't buy it for himself, so this is a good gift for him. This time there were two extra bottles in with the dozen, plus two stemless wine glasses. 

I had to tell him it was coming because it has to be signed for when it's delivered, so yes, he opened it before his birthday. 

This coming week is the last week of school for the semester. Poppy is the only child having a gift exchange in her class this year. Different teachers handle it differently. Her teacher this year requested a general gift that would be appreciated by any member of the class for a random exchange. These are harder to shop for than when they exchange names and you know which child you're buying for.

I thought maybe I could get a Slinky or a yo-yo. Poppy approved these ideas, and so I entered the daunting Toy Aisles at Walmart.

I don't think I have ever been in these aisles at this store. I was not impressed by what I saw there. 

One of I think six aisles of toys.

I also couldn't find what I was actually looking for in all that junk. However! As I was wandering these aisles, I did spy a little box of mini Magnatiles that were advertised for travel and came in their own tin for carrying. I have never met a child who doesn't like Magnatiles, and as a parent, I appreciate anything that comes in its own storage container. I went with those. Poppy approved. Hooray.

We have decorated the house for Christmas in our own very minimal fashion.

Our few outside lights.

Our small nativity set. Baby Jesus will be put in his cradle on Christmas morning.

The Wise Men wait on the bookcase for their journey to Bethlehem on Epiphany.

My very old chili pepper tree on the table.

Even Coco the Manatee has his Christmas sweater on.

The manatee was purchased in a Dallas airport gift shop. His name is Coco because coconut palms grow where manatees live. I think? Anyway, it was very amusing when we discovered that Poppy's American Girl doll clothing is a perfect fit for him. And a manatee would definitely need a sweater if he came to our northern New Mexico home.

We're going to cut our Christmas tree today--always a good Western adventure--and then the halls will be fully decked for the exciting day.

There you have it! My life, snapshotted.