If you are anything like me, you always struggle with what gift to give your friends and family every holiday season. You want something unique and special, something guaranteed to bring a smile to your special someone’s face. It can be difficult to think of something that someone wants that they wouldn’t have thought to get themselves, especially as an adult. However, if your friends are also like me and obsessed with their dog, we have a couple of easy solutions.
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Here is our guide to the best and most fashionable holiday dog collars for every season:
It’s that time of year when we get in the holiday spirit and decorate our homes for the holidays, while donning holiday-appropriate garb and sharing the cheer with our pets. To help your dogs get even more into the season, here are some holiday-themed handmade dog collars you can get for your canine companion.
So normally I would bore everyone with the same Christmas pictures of the kids opening up presents that every other mother shot today, but I have something way more entertaining: My Auggie was baby Jesus at Christmas Eve mass! In case you are wondering, no, that didn’t mean that I was the Virgin Mary for the day (not that I didn’t try to pass myself off as that) but it did mean that we got the front row reserved for us which meant that we didn’t have to arrive an hour early. The priest said that Aug was very "animated" which I think was a nice way of saying that he felt sorry for me when Auggie starts walking. He did well except for the fact that he was damn near rolling out of the manger on more than one occasion.
I had such a good time and was so proud of my baby that I got to thinking about what it must be like for my mom now that we are all grown up. When we got home I told Dan that I felt so bad for her that she didn’t have any babies anymore. My heart hurt for her, I mean what is life without children in the house. Then this morning she proceeded to tell everyone that as she watched people with their babies in church yesterday she felt so happy that all of hers were grown! Boy was I off on that one! All the more proof that all this baby fever that I have must be completely hormonal.
Well whatever it is, I sure am enjoying my boys. Life is quite wonderful with them around. Noah almost passed out when he realized that we had gotten him a guitar and lessons for x-mas. His whole face lit up, it was way more rewarding than I had ever imagined.
So I ruled this year. One of my kids was baby Jesus, the other thought I was the coolest, best, most thoughtful mom around.
To quote Noah today :
Noah: I want a Mohawk.
My mom: You can’t have a Mohawk Noah.
Noah: Rock Stars have Mohawks.
My mom: You are not a rock star.
Noah: I will be soon…
My UPS delivery guy made me so happy yesterday. I finally broke down and ordered these books for myself, I’m sure you all recognize them. I can’t wait to make myself a pair of Amy’s PJ pants. I am dreaming of a weekend wearing these pants exclusively, drinking lots of warm drinks and reading by the fireplace.
Besides that, I want to work on perfecting my apron pattern. So far it’s looking good, but there are a few changes to make yet. I love how the fabrics are coming together, its really like a birth every time i finish one.
I’m not much of a cook so I am using mine to catch all the thread and fibers that I am endlessly pulling from my clothes. And the pocket is perfect for holding my very loved, absolutely beautiful new Gingher thread snips.
I’m so excited to show this to the girls on Sunday, we are getting together to bake Christmas cookies. I might have declined the invitation since I’ve had to cut dairy from my diet (baby Auggie can’t handle the proteins in the milk) but somehow getting to wear the apron makes my missing-out-on-holiday-yummies-sadness all better. An apron band-aid of sorts.