We love having birthdays and Christmas all rolled in to one month. No, really, we do. It means we get to visit more with family!
Papa and Grandmere came down before Christmas to celebrate Zoe and Liam’s birthdays. They got the added bonus of participating in some of our Christmas traditions. Dipping pretzels. And opening gifts.
And goofing around with Papa.
We decided to try out our local Christmas parade early December. We got there early, set up shop and enjoyed playing. My children are playing and not arguing…oh be still my heart.
Books are good to read while you wait. Emmie just enjoys the chips.
Eager anticipation Here they come! It’s safe to say that Emmie hit the jackpot at the parade. A couple of floats were handing out stuffed animals and one sweet float rider ran back to Emmie to hand her a little stuffed lion. That lion has joined her menagerie and gets lots of hugs on various occasions.
We had a wonderful time! The best part was that it was five minutes from our house and not crowded at all. Oh, and the drums, floats, and candy. The kids came home with a gallon size bag of candy.
We’re those crazy people you see with the tree on top of their 12 passenger van. Oh yes. We are those people.
We loved the tree farm we went to for a couple of years but when we saw a different tree farm advertised and the prices they were promoting. Well, we had to go. The selection was not wonderful but I almost convinced Mark to get a 12 foot tree for $30. So, the price was just right. The people that ran the farm were super nice too.
While we didn’t get a 12 foot tree, we got the next largest.
It was so big ya’ll!
We put the tree in our two story entryway so we have room. Mark, however, had to do some trimming on the bottom and the big tree wound up being a good size but not too large.
It was full of holes. Bare on the bottom. Not perfect by any one’s eyes. But when we put it up and threw our memories on it…well, it was just perfect for us.
Our decoration was slow. I was lagging the whole season as the reality that Y was not going to be home by Christmas sunk in. And then we were creeping closer and closer to Emmie’s appointment to discuss surgery. But we had some really precious moments…
Emmie had to stare at the nativity (that my grandmother had painted a lot of years ago). She loved pointing to Jesus and saying, “Baby.” Those precious moments helped my sad heart to make it through the season.
Today was a good day. Scratch that. It was a remarkable day. One of those days that is so rare but so worth remembering.
We started the day off with me being able to check everyone’s school before lunch. Around 11 Mark texted me reminding me that I need d to pick up something at the mall, so I made a quick plan to brave the mall and the mall food court (with all eight kids…alone…Mark was still at work) and then grab some groceries.
My kids ya’ll. Oh my. They were amazing. And that’s no easy feat with the holiday crowd bustling everywhere at the mall While I got food they sat and chatted and played. I think I saw halos over all their heads. We window shopped and grabbed what we needed and headed out. Easy peasy.
We made it through Costco with no casualties too. The food samplers even survived. Okay, by then Mark was with us.
We rushed back home and made it back out the door to a Christmas program at a local church. Lights, hayride and food. My family was all smiles. We even roasted hot dogs without so much as an eye poked with the stick. Bryant said this was his best day ever.
We are just soaking in our normal for the next month. January 8th is our big date. The day we are planning for surgery and have no clue what life will be like in the coming months.
And today was one of those days that just oozed with awesomeness. I’m trying to take in every smile and giggle.. Every “mama” and “daddy.” Her squeals of delight over “tees” and popcorn. Her hugs and kisses. Today was just the day to do it too.
It’s true we have no clue what God has in store for us this next year. But we know He knows. So, for now, we are enjoying each day for what it is.
All the happenings in October that were just a part of every day life. Tracy, our amazing photographer, put together a picture fundraiser with local homeschoolers. As a bonus, I got to watch her kids for several sessions. J, was so sweet and has gotten so big. I wrote up J’s birth story. A night I won’t soon forget. G and M at the playground. Emmie with her big buddy, Josiah. Josiah has been trying to teach Emmie to call him Bubba (even though the rest of us are only allowed to call him Josiah. Not ‘Siah or Bubba). She has been working hard, but no matter how hard she works. He’s “Bubble.” That was the first “B” word she said. So, Bubble knows when he is being paged and always comes running with that smile. At the library. They both requested I take their picture. More time with the amazing C kids. That’s twelve kids there. And everyone was alive at the end too. M with Jimmy. I don’t know who Jimmy is or who put him there, but I got a picture of Jimmy and M. Drinking and driving.
Super Ems being Super Cute. Malachi was working hard on putting together the perfect English muffin pizza.Emmie’s “Day-dee.” She was insistent that she put her in the stroller by herself.
Turtles. On a log. Dragon fly. On Minnie mouse’s head. Every so slowly, Emmie is becoming more interested in playing that having mommy right there beside her. A major feat…putting a hat on without help. Babies (Day-dees if you are certain cute toddler) are the thing around our house right now. Not the all fabric kind. Not the dolls that look like little girls. Nope. They must be baby dolls. She loves to feed them, walk with them, give them their paci. You name it. She just loves babies.
Toys aren’t allowed at mealtimes. But, one day Emmie had baby at the table, and we all agreed that “Day-dee” was not a toy anymore.
Emmie. The older she gets the more of her fun personality we get to see. She’s a pretty determined girl. She also works so hard to be as independent as possible. Talking with a nurse at her surgery several weeks ago, she mentioned that there is so much out of her control that she probably feels better when she can control just one thing. I suppose most toddlers are like that but when you are having to deal with medical issues, that can be amplified.
So, when your almost 18 month old grabs a pair of your 5 year olds’ undies and successfully gets them on one leg and makes it very clear that she meant to wear them, you go with it.
And when she grabs one of her diapers and tries to put it on herself and realizes she can’t so she grabs her pillow and sits down and starts yelling for you. You put it on her. Even if she is all ready for bed and has a disposable diaper.
And she wears it the whole entire night. Some times you just need to be a little different to be you.