Christmas is coming and we’re counting down to it, as you know, and that’s taught me two things: 1. It’s very hard to take photographs indoors and at night that don’t look like crap. And 2. Phoebe never wears clothes.
I still haven’t successfully taken a photo for our Christmas card.
We’ve slowly been decorating for the holidays. This morning, I added some Santa hats to a few of our family photos.
The girls went wild over it. Who knew something so simple could bring so much joy? They were bouncing and squealing as they each found the picture where they were the one in the Santa hat. They can’t stop giggling about it.
(By the way, I need to do a MAJOR overhaul of my walls. I have so many beautiful pictures of the kids to frame and hang. Currently, only Julia has school photos up, there aren’t any pictures of Phoebe past age one and NONE of Jack. It just feels so daunting. And with four kids, I’ve got a lot of photos. How do you organize your photos? What do you have on the walls? How often do you update? Do you have any tips? Someone, please. HELP ME!)
Jackson is crawling now, so the primary task of my day is picking things up off the floor and cleaning the floor and oh my goodness HOW DIRTY IS THE FLOOR?!?! And where did all this tiny stuff come from? Barbie shoes. Bracelet beads. Coins. Light Brite pegs that I swore I got rid of back when Phoebe was crawling. I’m finding it all as these are the things Jackson most desires, you know besides shoes and anything else that’s gross. I’d be annoyed if he weren’t so pleased with his newfound mobility and completely delighted with everything he finds. He’s just so happy about it all and that makes me happy, too.
So, I’m almost afraid to ask, but I really want to ask, did you watch The Sound of Music Live? Did you hate it? We watched it and I’m not afraid to tell you that we LOVED IT. There’s been a lot of criticism for the show and mostly Carrie Underwood, but I thought she was Just Fine as Maria – lovely, even. What she lacked in acting chops she more than made up for with singing. But, I think it was Audra McDonald as Mother Abbess that delivered the stand out performance. She was AMAZING. “Climb Every Mountain” brought me to tears. It was the climax of the show for me, and I would watch it again just to experience that moment. It was beautiful.
I’m doing the 12 Days of Christmas for Dave again this year. I’ll be starting it this Friday, which also happens to be the last day to enter my little giveaway. Have you entered yet? I think you should.
Julia made the buckeyes by herself for the first time this year.
(I think she might have sampled a few along the way.)
Lucy was the official “turkey paster.”
Bee was a whirling dervish who insisted on wearing a fancy dress because she felt special, but refused to brush her hair or wash the chocolate off her face.
And Jack soaked up some quality time with his dad.
The kids were excited to use the “fancy” glasses at our meal, which was delicious.
After, we waddled to the living room and settled in to watch one of my all-time favorite movies – Planes, Trains and Automobiles. When it was finished, Julia said, “Hey, wait. No one move. We’re all here.”
Julia was in her dad’s lap. Lucy was in my mom’s. Bee was in my dad’s. And Jack was in mine.
“No one move. Let’s watch something else together.”
And so we did.
I have a lot to be grateful for today, but there is nothing greater than this.
It started with Julia on Friday night. She threw up. A lot. The next day was better. She slept for most of it, but the puking seemed to be done. So when we all woke up this morning, happy and healthy, I thought we were in the clear and decided we should try to take some pictures for our Christmas card.
This was about half an hour before it hit the rest of them.
Since then it’s been like the barf-o-rama at the pie eating contest in Stand By Me.
“One, two, three!”
Again and again. Her shoes, socks and jeans got all wet and muddy, but they can be washed or replaced. Anyway, the giggles were worth it.
After six years of sock monkey making, my mom decided to try something new: a sock kitty.
That one – the first one – is Julia’s.
This one is Phoebe’s.
She named it Purple Cat and she loves it so much she even practices posing for her future all-girl punk rock band album cover with it.