(It's this really dark place.)
And he's still at the age where he is not afraid to say "I love you" 20 times in one hour. To me.
Which, I have come to discover as my nieces and nephews grow, is not a phase that lasts.
So, I value it even more.
I got him Charlie Brown and the Great Halloween Pumpkin, or something like that. We sat down and all watched it together- me, Juli, Justine, Tayler, Lauren, Austen, Mamma- and we were totally cracking up throughout the show. Austen decided he would sit in the lap of the person who laughed hardest. He had to keep switching laps, but he was in mine quite a bit of the time.
I have veered from the topic of my post, but that is okay. I'll get back to it now. I love buying presents, but I have yet to reach the state of enlightenment where I enjoy buying gift bags. Its just so... fussy. And they look so pretty, and then they get shredded to pieces. It's kind of... heartbreaking.
But I have a passion for stamps. The solution? Make my own gift bags. I took some high-quality brown paper grocery bags, carefully turned them inside out, stamped them and dashed them with a little glitter: voila! And even if the paper gets tossed out, the stamp... remains.
I've learned there are three things you don't discuss with people: religion, politics and the Great Pumpkin.
-Linus
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