Well, it's official. Today, we "built" the Christmas tree at our house. Jeremy watched 'A Bug's Life' on the iPad as I decorated the tree. He was fascinated by some of the ornaments, as was Bekah. They took off as many ornaments as they could. It came out looking pretty, even with the top containing most of the breakable (more beautiful) ornaments. My star has crapped out, so I'm going to be on the hunt for one.
After naps we went to my parents' house to "build" a tree. On the way, Jeremy asked me what tree we were going to "build" after d-da and bubba's tree. He then informed me that he'd like to do 100 trees. It was fun to have them so excited about decorating. My mom got the nativity set out. She and I made it when I was like 8 or 9. It's very cute; three wise men, a shepherd, Mary, Joseph, baby Jesus, Gabriel and a sheep.
I can't remember when, but the next Christmas or so, my brother turned it into the Ninja nativity set. Mary and Joseph and the others fought each other in no-holds-barred competitions. It got to be that they started to show a tremendous amount of wear from all of the fights.
This year, as soon as my mom got it out, the tradition continued. I can't say there were ninja fights, but at one point, Gabriel was perched precariously, his hand caught in the wrought-iron decoration of my parents coffee table. Baby Jesus was batted around and even the sheep saw battle action.
It's these kind of little traditions that make the holiday for me. As I'm typing this, we're hearing Jeremy fighting sleep. I don't understand how he's still awake. He just told Brian that he's hungry. Gotta love preschoolers.
Friday, November 25, 2011
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Blogging on the go!
This is new for me, but maybe now I can keep my blog updated. Took the big kids shopping tonight. I am just spent, but ha fun at the retreat this morning. I am grateful for my DH and his loving support.
The house is a pit and I need to wash the floors, but it isn't going to happen tonight.
Been praying about my treadmill. I have been wanting one for a while. I didn't tell anyone because my family has so many other needs. This last week at Bible study, though, a random lady came in saying she wanted to get rid of one. I would have never known about it except that I had gone to the nursery to nurse Doug (which I usually don't do). I am not sure if this treadmill is supposed to be mine or if it was just God's way of telling me He hears my prayers. She wants to sell it for $100-150, so of course the skeptic in me is worried that it's a piece of garbage. I am praying that God will provide a path forward for it.
Ugh. I should be headed to bed, but Sims 2 is calling my name. I started playing a few weeks ago. I tend to throw myself into the computer when I'm trying to insulate myself from hurt. My friend Leslie is going to be moving soon. I am heartsick about that. I have gotten close to both her and her family over the past couple of years. She is funny and lovely and I don't want to have to say goodbye. I also don't want to grieve the loss right now. It's inconvenient and cloying like a shirt that shrunk in the dryer. I keep pulling at the fabric, trying to stretch it, trying not to feel the discomfort. I don't want to have to explain to my kids why we can't go to "Miss Weswie's" house anymore. I would just like to set this aside until it fits me better, but I can't say that even then I'll want to deal with it. I hate that this is a part of life.
The house is a pit and I need to wash the floors, but it isn't going to happen tonight.
Been praying about my treadmill. I have been wanting one for a while. I didn't tell anyone because my family has so many other needs. This last week at Bible study, though, a random lady came in saying she wanted to get rid of one. I would have never known about it except that I had gone to the nursery to nurse Doug (which I usually don't do). I am not sure if this treadmill is supposed to be mine or if it was just God's way of telling me He hears my prayers. She wants to sell it for $100-150, so of course the skeptic in me is worried that it's a piece of garbage. I am praying that God will provide a path forward for it.
Ugh. I should be headed to bed, but Sims 2 is calling my name. I started playing a few weeks ago. I tend to throw myself into the computer when I'm trying to insulate myself from hurt. My friend Leslie is going to be moving soon. I am heartsick about that. I have gotten close to both her and her family over the past couple of years. She is funny and lovely and I don't want to have to say goodbye. I also don't want to grieve the loss right now. It's inconvenient and cloying like a shirt that shrunk in the dryer. I keep pulling at the fabric, trying to stretch it, trying not to feel the discomfort. I don't want to have to explain to my kids why we can't go to "Miss Weswie's" house anymore. I would just like to set this aside until it fits me better, but I can't say that even then I'll want to deal with it. I hate that this is a part of life.
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