The holidays have come and gone. I should've asked Santa to bring me something interesting happening in my life to blog about. Har har. Actually I welcomed and embraced the laid back holiday that we had. It was a pretty busy this Fall with me working more often. It was easy to let the house go to pot as we all became a bit overwhelmed by the lack of organization and I became dissappointed with the lack of time to accomplish anything.
We were at home this Christmas. Of course I didn't get everything completed that I had hoped. I am not sure if I baked even ONE Christmas cookie. Pitiful. Even so there seemed to be plenty for me to consume. Gracious Aunt Dianne baked and decorated cookies with the boys on Christmas Eve. Ben made 40 or 50 small Christmas trees which he called his "forest". Ethan created the Gingerbread Apocalypse whose membership incuded the likes of "Too Many Sprinkles Steve".
The boys decorated the tree by themselves this year, as I was feeling a little under the weather at that point. It's nice to get to the point where you are happy to have everyone involved in the process and you don't care so much that the decorations are a bit lopsided or that the star is catty wompis (one of my favorite words).
We weren't able to attend Ethan's holiday program as he was sick (sad!) but we all sad so proudly in the audience as Will "Up on the House Top"-ped with the best of them.
See the little man there in his holiday tie?? He was all business, barely lifting a finger or making eye contact with his adoring fans (his familly). On Christmas morning the anticipation of the day was evident and marked by all boys laying on the floor to peek under the door at the gifts beneath the tree. We only shut and lock these two ridiculously small half doors once a year. On Christmas morning we are thrilled they are there because we are able to sit and eat breakfast without wondering who was shaking gifts and peeking at things under the tree.
Finally we opened gifts and enjoyed our time together. Note the new pajamas the boys are wearing. They always open one gift on Christmas Eve containing new pajamas. Of course every year I think I will make them some, and every year I am scouring Target the day before Christmas Eve looking for the right sizes. This year most of the time was spent with the boys pulling up their PJs because they were a bit too big.
My sister sewed them all pajamas that they got on Christmas day. A day late and a dollar short Dianne. (ha ha)
That photo of you all in hats just cracked me up. Fabulous. Glad your Christmas was so good.
ReplyDeleteI thought Ethan looked monstrously tall in that photo with the tree...then I noticed he was standing on a stool! Sheesh! What are you feeding that boy?
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