The Hannig Home

It's 2.15pm on a Wednesday afternoon.  Luke is at school until 3pm.  Ben and Meredith are napping.  I have paid my bills online, done a few things around the house - all while listening to Christmas music - and now have a few uninterrupted minutes to write. I heard someone on the radio refer to this time as Novemberary.  Ha.  It's perfect.  We have a foot of snow on the ground, below average cold temps (lows below zero, highs between 10-20 degrees), and it all started around the 9th of November.  There is no chance the snow will melt, so it looks like we might as well embrace it and buckle up for a long winter.  We have already created some killer sledding hills on the south side of the house.  I'm creating a 'winter activity list' for the days when boredom sets in and little boys start to fight because they are sick of being cooped up. Luke is thriving with the school routine.  He has yet to *not* want to go to school.  He can't wait to go each morning.  Wh

It was 10:30pm on Halloween night.  As we are about to leave our friend's house and head home with tired kids and lots of candy, Luke said, "Mom, when are we going to carve OUR pumpkins?" Oh boy.  Okay, I will admit, I did not forget, or even drop the ball.  I thought of it often throughout the entire month of October.  The kids would see pumpkins at the store and ask if we could buy them *now*, and I would tell them that we'd wait until a little closer to Halloween.  My intentions really were to carve pumpkins, but at the time I was selfishly avoiding it because, for some reason, I didn't have the energy to attack it.  I do LOVE carving pumpkins.  Perhaps when Meredith is a year older and I can be sure she won't cut herself with the carving knife or stick her head in the jack-o-lantern and get it stuck, then I will be able to find the energy to carve the most amazing jack-o-lanterns ever.  So kids, I'm apologizing.  We still had fun, I mean we hun

I was lying in bed with Luke a few nights ago. I love lying there, hanging out with him and hearing about his day at school, going through our little bedtime routine. He put his arms around me and gave me a kiss on the lips. What a sweet boy. I said "I love you, Lukey." Luke replied "I love you, mom. I love you...I love you just a TINY bit more than dad." Ha!