During the Christmas holiday my son invited friends over to the house. What an experience! Six children and seven adults in our lil ranch on the hill–the children’s ages ranging 2-11 yrs old. We have rarely hosted an event of this type when we couldn’t do it outside. Amazingly, nothing got broke, including the children. 😉
They were squirming, wormy, loud, and rambunctious!
When it was time to say good-bye, everyone was sad, except me. Me, I was glad, because I got a parting hostess gift.
This sweet mom–the mom of four running, screaming, tearing, racing, totally blissful and healthy children, made me a rice bag. An owl shaped, one-of-a-kind, homemade rice bag. I love it!
Here’s a picture of the lil guy, perched on the bed, waiting to be useful.
You’ve heard me whine on here before about the sub zero temperatures in NEPA during January and February, and all the ice we have, and how I can’t wait for spring to come. I try not to do that too much, because truth be told, we live in a beautiful part of the country where we are allowed to enjoy the turning seasons, and I love that. I will confess, however, to talking to the trees the other day and and saying: Listen, I know you guys need your rest sometimes. We all do, but I am really glad that its light out at 4pm now, and I hope you’re about ready to wake up, cuz I’m sick of all this cold.
Okay, so maybe I didn’t say it in those words, exactly, but you get the gist.
Anyway, back to my whining…
I have a warm heart and cold feet. So cold. Extremely cold. Like, I-can’t-get-to-sleep-at-night-because-my-feet-are-so-cold, cold feet. Or should I say HAD. Not anymore.
(Don’t you love the rough edging on this treasure? I can’t resist something so obviously hand made. A.D.O.R.A.B.L.E!!)
Three minutes in the microwave and this baby is toasty One hour at the bottom of my bed before bedtime and my feet are warm, warm, warm all night long.
Owl shaped corn bag, where have you been all my life?!
If you don’t have one of these babies, you need to get it. If you can’t find someone who will make you one, maybe I can hook you up. If you’ve never tried a corn bag, oh, my, goodness, you have GOT to try one.
This is my answer to cold feet this winter, and what a wonderful answer it is. Thank you, Beth, for my owl-y bag of warmth. It was worth every minute of chaos those kids brought to experience this kinda comfort this winter. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!