Wednesday, December 25, 2013

In the Still Of The Night

Christmas Eve has come and gone. In fact, it has been Christmas for about thirty minutes now. I always like to sit here after everyone has gone to bed and enjoy the stillness and the calm of the night before the wild rumpus of Christmas morning. It's like the eye of the glitter storm :)

We had a lovely evening. We joined the Beckers for their traditional prime rib supper, and we exchanged gifts with them, and then we went to our church's Christmas Eve service, where my children's choir sang "O Holy Night" (They worked really hard, and I was so proud!). We came home, and the kids put on the Christmas jammies, and then they put out an apple for Rudolph and cookies for Santa. They wrote him a note this year too (preeeeetty cute). They put a special key on the door for Santa as well, since our fireplace is fake. Then, we put the little Jesus in the nativity set, and I told them the manger story. We used to do that on Christmas morning, but they're way too excited about presents to pay attention then. It's so fun to watch our traditions grow and take shape. We take bits and pieces of our own childhood traditions and add them into the things that work best and strike us as most beautiful about the childhoods we see growing in front of us. 

And now, I'm going to bed. These little stinkers will be up at the crack of dawn. Merry Christmas.

Friday, December 20, 2013

Zoo DeLights

 This Holiday season is galloping along at breakneck speed, and I feel like I'm being dragged along behind it. Like so many of my fellow mothers, I set myself up for this, with sky-high expectations of twinkly holiday perfection. My to-do list is four hundred miles long and so daunting, I could weep, but I'm always so bound and determined to make memories, and I can usually pull it off, because I HAVE AN IRON WILL. This year, however, I've spent the entire month of December with a cough that won't quit, and it decided to turn into walking pneumonia in the last week. Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la! Soooooo, I'm pretty tired. I don't generally knuckle under to illness, but...I'm pretty tired. I'm trying to keep up, and I'm failing spectacularly at it. My house looks like the seventh circle of Hoarder Hell. My kids are watching WAY too much TV. The gifts aren't wrapped yet. Gingerbread houses just aren't going to be made this year. But I'm trying to keep the important plates spinning. There are some non-negotiable holiday events that I'm gathering up the energy for, and Zoo Lights is one of them. We went last night with our Beckers, and it was a freezing cold delight, as always.

Saturday, December 7, 2013

Decorating Maggie's Christmas Tree

 We have a couple of favorite local hangouts, and one of them is, without question, Maggie's Buns. It's a great little bakery/eatery run by a righteous lady named Maggie Pike who is known for her cinnamon buns, among other delicious things. We go on Saturday mornings as a family, and Miss V and I usually go in during the week for scrambled eggs or something after we drop the J-bird at school. Sometimes lunch also. There's nothing bad to eat there, is what I'm trying to say. At any rate, we're there often enough, and we live in a small enough town that we're familiar-ish with Maggie, so when we showed up for breakfast this morning, and she was getting ready to decorate her Christmas tree, she invited the kids (and Amy's big kid, Brent, and another friend, Mira) to help...orrrrrr....take over. They were only too delighted to oblige, and she ended up sending them home with some castoff decorations and some gigantic smiles of delight. It was pretty, pretty great.

Thanks, Maggie. You made my kids' day (as usual).