What a crazy beautiful mess we've made!
Christmas Eve was basically just like any other day. Fight about breakfast. Fight through playtime and craft time (which consisted of painting a little plaster sea lion for Tater Tot to give the lady in the nursery who takes care of her during church. "Wiz.")
Then fight though lunch and nap time (by GOD we all need a nap!). Then we all woke up and I was disappointed to see a bright sunny afternoon, barely a nip in the air, and nary a snowflake to be seen.
Spud made dinner - Cranberry Pot Roast, yum - and then we got ready for church. Spud, of course, did not join us. He only goes to church for special events, ie. weddings, baptisms, and funerals. One of those events (the girls' baptisms) was recently so he opted to stay home while we went with a family friend, Uncle Pot.
By the way boys, thanks for getting the babies dressed, but pantyhose go UNDER the little ruffly panties but OVER the diaper! Thanks...
Just as we were leaving the house, we saw it. SNOW! I usually hate snow, but it was kind of magical. Christmas Eve, full bellies, candlelights, Christmas songs, baby Jesus.... it was a beautiful night.
When we got out of church, a nice thick layer of snow covered the earth. We drove home, confident that all of my years up north has prepared me for such a light "dusting" of snow, and then came home to find Spud had picked up the house and was waiting for us to open just one present tonight.
We opened the recordable book read by Grammy and Grampy Spud (which was not as magical of an experience as it could have been thanks to someone's temper tantrums) and then sent Tater Tot up to bed. She was one tired little girl!
Christmas Eve was basically just like any other day. Fight about breakfast. Fight through playtime and craft time (which consisted of painting a little plaster sea lion for Tater Tot to give the lady in the nursery who takes care of her during church. "Wiz.")
Then fight though lunch and nap time (by GOD we all need a nap!). Then we all woke up and I was disappointed to see a bright sunny afternoon, barely a nip in the air, and nary a snowflake to be seen.
Spud made dinner - Cranberry Pot Roast, yum - and then we got ready for church. Spud, of course, did not join us. He only goes to church for special events, ie. weddings, baptisms, and funerals. One of those events (the girls' baptisms) was recently so he opted to stay home while we went with a family friend, Uncle Pot.
By the way boys, thanks for getting the babies dressed, but pantyhose go UNDER the little ruffly panties but OVER the diaper! Thanks...
Just as we were leaving the house, we saw it. SNOW! I usually hate snow, but it was kind of magical. Christmas Eve, full bellies, candlelights, Christmas songs, baby Jesus.... it was a beautiful night.
When we got out of church, a nice thick layer of snow covered the earth. We drove home, confident that all of my years up north has prepared me for such a light "dusting" of snow, and then came home to find Spud had picked up the house and was waiting for us to open just one present tonight.
We opened the recordable book read by Grammy and Grampy Spud (which was not as magical of an experience as it could have been thanks to someone's temper tantrums) and then sent Tater Tot up to bed. She was one tired little girl!
We're working on the bottle thing... leave me alone...
The cookies and carrot were out for Santa and his reindeer.
The presents were under the tree. The babies were fed and sleeping. White Christmas on the tv.
A wonderful night.
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