First of all, HAPPY NEW YEAR!
I, for one, cannot believe it’s already another new year.
And I’m excited about that little fact. Because I love new beginnings. I even have my 2012 “one word” all figured out (more about that later).
And I’m happy that Christmas is over for one more year.
Oh wait, did I really just say that out loud??
We really did have a great Christmas, but wow, that holiday is crazy for a mother. The spirit seeped in through little openings here and there almost despite all the things we had going on instead of us being still enough to let it pour in and drape us in peace and love and joy as I always envision will happen each year.
We had a few things swirling on around here that made Christmas a little more hectic than usual, including the serious possibilities of two different moves (one of which would have taken us half-way around the world). I have to say, discussions of all those mile-long lists of pros and cons can add a titch of stress and can certainly throw your Christmas spirit into a loop. Much more on that later…
But quite honestly, I realized once again that life is not going to miraculously slow down at some magical point.
Life is what we make it.
And our attitude is what makes the biggest difference. As the mother, being the “eye of the storm” is the key. And I’ve tried to be the “eye” a whole bunch lately.
Anyway, I have a bazillion pictures of Christmas but I wanted to finish the lead-up stuff first so here you go:
From the looks of Claire, we apparently had a pretty funny Family Home Evening. Not quite sure what she and Grace were doing there, but it sure looked fun 🙂
Lucy “helped” address Christmas cards:
We made sugar cookies for a bunch of our neighbors:
…when we ran out, we gave out cinnamon-swirl bread. And when we ran out of that, we were too inundated with other “stuff” that we never finished our deliveries. I sure hope those people survived without that extra kick of sugar, because I know many people around here were just really wanting more sugar.
Grace and I were able to finagle a couple good reading sessions:
(of course with some good hair-dos in the process…)
Lucy had her little “Christmas pajama dance recital.”
I would post a video but this picture pretty much sums up Lucy’s moves the entire dance:
Yeah, pretty much the pose with the arms up in the air ruled in her mind so she decided to roll with it and just do it through the whole dance. Forget those other moves her teacher painstakingly taught her to do. Much more comfy to just throw your arms up and stand there.
We made snack packs for at-risk kids to take home with them on the weekends.
Lucy was the sticker girl and took her job very seriously.
The teenagers did a pretty good job too:
This was an attempt at a family portrait (minus Dave who had to work) when we were done at the Food Bank and rushing off to Grace & Claire’s dance recital:
Yeah, we’re good.
Lucy finally named one of her stuffed animals. The reason I bring this up is because we named everything growing up. Our houses had names. Our cars had names. And certainly every single doll or toy that we played make-believe with had a name. So I think it’s strange that as much as I sometimes prod, my kids mostly like to just call things the name they came with.
So for some reason it makes me happy Lu decided to name her Care Bear. She named her “Love,” ‘because she has so many hearts on her’ according to Lu.
“Love” is the very first thing Lucy is grateful for in every single prayer.
And she sleeps with her every night.
We had a family talent show with Dave’s side of the family.Claire and Lu sang “Santa Claus is Coming to Town.”
That’s Lucy’s favorite song these days and I think it’s sticking for a while. She sings it all the time.
The last day of school before Christmas break was pajama day, followed by an impromptu party at our house with the second-graders.
I realized we’re in for a little bit of future drama with this crew.
They sure are cute, but can sure get their feelings hurt in a jiffy. Let’s hope it was just Christmas excitement to blame…
Grace worked for me a bunch trying to earn money to buy Christmas gifts. She cleaned every baseboard in our house, washed windows, taught Joy School, made dinner, uploaded a boatload of pictures for this blog (including these ones).
Wow I really like having a little helper. I could get used to having her attached to my hip asking what she can do to help.
I’m so grateful for that.
After ten years of living in the desert I still haven’t gotten used to Christmas lights on palm trees.
I think the guy taking this picture may have had his finger over the flash on my little point-and-shoot, but you get the idea.
Lucy found a new “mode of transportation” for her squinkies:
She carried them around in that thing pretty much all season.
And yes, it is quite big to carry around the grocery store, but she didn’t seem to mind.