It's kind of a humbling/teaching moment when you realize that your husband can pull out a craft bin full of possibilities, and it blows the lessons you put lots of time and effort into out of the water. I was at a loss for a FHE lesson one night, just before Christmas. As we get closer to the big day, I get more brain dead and less creative. That deer-in-the-headlights feeling, where I want to crawl into a corner and rock back and forth if I have to do ONE MORE THING. And this year wasn't even that bad. Scott took pity on me, and brought up the craft kit with some of everything, and let the kids loose. I was impressed with what everyone made. We had to help, of course, but Brighton was thrilled with a bunch of cardboard and glue.
These were the supplies.
Scott made a really pretty paper and tulle tree for Waverly, but she subsequently unraveled it and made something of her own.
One of Brighton's creations.
And Keaton's racecar and hand Santa.
Waverly's re-vamped tree.
Irelynd and Savannah had me help them sew stockings by hand.
This is a boat on water, if it's not obvious.
It was a fun, relaxed night, and I learned to be more spontaneous at times. Ok, not really, but I have learned to trust Scott's judgement, so that's something.








