You’re thinking, “Who the H is Sharon?”

Not her.  What I meant to say is, “A Day for Sharing.”  When you become a mom, NOTHING is your own anymore.  My smoothies get divided by three, my peanut butter jars have tiny finger tracks throughout them and my bras become headwear during impromptu dress-up games(which are actually probably more necessary than me needing any form of support for my little kiwis).

Still, it IS the season for giving, so I’d like to Cher some of my day with you.

After sharing my early morning hours with Jillian’s Boost Your Metabolism and my treadmill, I enjoyed a breakfast that my friend shared with me.  I mentioned at dinner last night that I’d never had steel cut oats, so my Deb sent me home with some to try.

  • 1/4 c. steel cut oats, cooked in 3/4 c. water and 1/4 c. almond milk
  • banana slices
  • almonds
  • raisins
  • almond milk
  • cinnamon

I loved the nutty little texture of the oats.  It’s a lot like oatbran on steroids.

If I was that guy, I’d paint myself purple and go as the Fruit of the Loom grapes for Halloween.

I shared my time in the kitchen with the family, by making a batch of Vegan Pumpkin Cinnamon Rolls for everyone to share before church.

During church, Gigi went up to the front of the sanctuary to listen to our pastor give the Children’s Message.  He was asking how we could prepare our hearts for Jesus, when Gigi raised her hand and shared, “We can clean our house and put up decorations!”  The congregation shared a laugh.

After church, we shared our tree and our kids with my parents, so they could get a good shot for their Christmas card.

I then shared my computer skills with them by making their Christmas card, but I couldn’t help but have a little fun at their expense.

Mimi panicked because she thought I’d actually ordered those cards.   She shared a few choice words for me.  I’m also willing to share my children for your Christmas card photos as well.  There is a $50 sitting fee…per child.

Afterward, the girls learned to share a pair of binoculars.

That’s a lunch smoothie on her shirt.  I think she just spotted me drinking mine and has found her next victim.

We had to set a timer for each of the girls to have their turn with the binoculars.

Some of us were better at sharing than others.  He’s looking for his wife’s censor button.  He’s going to need a much more powerful tool.

Now there’s a powerful tool.

This afternoon we shared in an annual tradition.  We went shopping for an ornament for each of us to place on our tree.  On the way to the store, Gigi shared a Bible lesson with Lulu.

Lulu hung on her every word.

Did you know that Target has security cameras in the entryway?  Gigi does.

I should have sat an upside down hat by her feet for donations, or perhaps my bra.

Our ornament choices should come as no surprise, but first dinner.

I had some steamed broccoli and sauteed mushrooms topped with almonds, raisins and barbecue sauce.

On the side I had a healthy serving of carrot fries, that I was forcibly made to share with Gigi.

As for our ornaments, can you guess who’s is whose?

That’s a gimme.

Also, quite obvious.

Though the pickle wasn’t camera shy tonight, it’s owner was.

I’ll give you a hint…it’s a snowMAN.

As for me, I’d hoped for something like this:

Or perhaps this:

But, instead, Gigi actually chose an ornament for me.

She told me we could share it.

Now that it’s bedtime, it’s once again returning to that magical hour when I don’t have to share, other than maybe a snack, a remote, and sometimes a not-so-shy pickle.