The stockings were hung by the chimney with care...

I just finished making a stocking for the baby today. We probably won't need it this year but Andy convinced me to make it this year by kindly informing me that since we're keeping her and she'll need it for years to come I might as well do it now and get it done. Fine.

Anyway, as I was making it I was thinking about how the boys and Nora might feel about them when they're older. Will they think they're too homemade looking, will the hate that we all match, will they want to use them after they leave home? I hope they love them, and I hope that when they're grown they will remember all the Christmas' we've had and the traditions our family takes part in each year. I hope that the stockings will mean something to them, and they'll want the same things for their own families (not the same stockings...just the same happy Christmas memories). Is it weird that making a stocking made me think to when my kids are grown? I just want them to be happy, and think of our family Christmases fondly.

(Andy- Nativity; Kizzie- bells; Avery- snowman; Jack- snowflake; Nora- gingerbread girl)

Back to the stockings though. I made mine when I was a teenager, I'm not sure how many of us were still living at home, or who still uses theirs now. But when Andy and I got married I made him a matching one our first Christmas and then each year we've added to our little family I've made them for our babies. They're quite large, which is good and bad. Even when we have lots in them it feels like they're too empty...so we may overfill them each year. Oh well, another good Christmas memory for our kids right? : )

Anyway, I love our homemade looking matching stockings. And as long as the kids live at home they will too. : )