Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts

Monday, December 9, 2013

Ready and already I'm behind!

Quote of the Day:  O, Christmas Tree, O, Christmas Tree, how lovely are your branches. a favorite holiday song

How's that for a winter wonderland!

I'm already three days behind in the Advent Photo A Day Project. Uff-da! I'll catch up a bit here today.

Dec. 7th's word was Ready. We were busy getting ready for Zach's Birthday (the 7th) and Christmas this weekend. Our tradition has been to celebrate Zach's birthday, then put up the Christmas tree. I had an old plastic tree that lit up only halfway, which was a disappointment to the Biker Chef, so he said, "Let's go to a tree farm and cut our own tree." Well, Saturday's temps were well below zero with horrible wind. We got Zach a birthday present, went grocery shopping and stayed in. On Sunday, however, the temps creeped to just above zero, so we popped in the Nat King Cole cassette tape (Biker Chef still has his mom's!), and headed to Hebron Gardens Tree Farm.

Hey, kids, this is a cassette tape. It plays music.

The snow is not a photo prop. We've had plenty here in Minnesota!

Sizing up the tree and whacking off the snow.

Loading it up in the truck.


Then, the scenic drive home.

The joys and aggravations of putting up a real tree give us fond Christmas memories. After cutting the stem a couple times, repositioning it, and tightening the screws on the tree stand, it seems to be standing fairly straight in its new home in my living room. So far, our cat Leo hasn't tried to climb up and knock it over. It's only a matter of time, I'm sure.

The Advent word for Sunday was Wisdom. On our way to the tree farm, I lifted up the camera to take a shot and discovered that the battery was completely dead. In a moment of wisdom last Friday, I put the spare battery in my purse. (Patting myself on the back.) I'll have more on Wisdom in a future post. It has to do with our trip to St. Paul on our way to the Wizard of Oz.  Here's a sneak peak.

Can anyone guess where I am?

O, Christmas tree, O, Christmas Tree, your branches are indeed lovely, although a bit pokey. When it touches my skin, big welts break out on my hands and arms. Yikes! I'll be watering the tree with rubber gloves on and the boys will do all the decorating. Oh, the pricks and prickles of the holidays as the blend in with the joys and traditions. Here's to making new traditions and lasting memories! Cheers!
Happy 16th Birthday, Zach!


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Journaling Prompt:  Do you put up a tree at Christmas? What winter holiday traditions do you have?




Sunday, November 11, 2012

Review of How the Grinch Stole Christmas at CTC in Minneapolis

Quote of the Day:  Every Who down in Who-ville liked Christmas a lot. But, the Grinch who lived just north of Who-ville, did not. from Dr. Seuss' How the Grinch Stole Christmas, on stage now at the Children's Theatre Company in Minneapolis through December 30, 2012.

All photos provided by The Children's Theatre Company in Minneapolis
 
Reed Sigmund who plays The Grinch with sinister delight has the look, the voice, the outfit, the evil plan, and the delightful dog.
 

Brandon Brooks rivals Snoopy as the most lovable dog on the block. He sings with the Whos, loves Christmas like the Whos, and tries to make his master happy, unlike the Whos, who are just a little bit afraid of him.

Even though shopping for the holidays is exhausting, the Whos still had enough energy to sing, sing, sing, sing! Which made the Grinch want to stop this whole Christmas thing!
 

Despite Max's affections and little Cindy Lou Who's sweet face and kind words, the Grinch still takes evil delight in stuffing all their gifts, decorations, and food up the chimney. Even the mouse squeaks her complaint that the crumb left behind was too small.


As the Grinch sits on top of Mt. Crumpit, balancing his loot, thinking that he's ruined Christmas for all the Whos down in Whoville, he hears them singing. He hears joy coming up over the mountain and ringing in his ears. He hears them coming together and he remembers how little Cindy Lou Who invited him to join them. Max, the dog, leans towards the music, and the Grinch falls to his knees with the pain of a new feeling, love.

The Grinch turns around. His heart grows two sizes, and he comes back to the village where he tries to wish the Whos a Merry... but he can't say it. "I wish you a Merry..." The kids in the audience are going crazy by this time. One little boys shouts out loud, "Merry Christmas!" I could hear them all squirming in their seats to hear the Grinch say it, to know that he feels it, and when he finally does, we get a little teary.

I attended this performance with my sister, my friend and her four kids, two boys age 13 & 11, and two girls age 5. They all said that they loved it. My sister thought the hair was hilarious. I couldn't stop giggling at the costumes, especially of J.P Who (Dan Beckmann). He cracked me up. All their bodies wiggled and bobbed. They were a jiggling bundle of energy. The songs were delightful. Loved hearing The Holly and The Ivy, and I was thrilled that they did You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch. The little girls said that the best part was when they all sang at the end.


How the Grinch Stole Christmas is marvelous, filled with tenderness and giggles, wisdom and wit. It's colorful, musical and fun. Go, if you can. It's a Christmas present the whole family can enjoy. Thanks, Children's Theatre Company. We loved unwrapping this gift and will enjoy it in our hearts all season long!

Go to The Children's Theatre Company for more details about showtimes and ticket prices. Remember, the theatre sets aside a certain amount of $10 tickets for each performance. You can try to purchase these by stopping by the box office or calling at noon on Sundays for performances for the upcoming week, 612-874-0400.

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Journaling Prompt:  What's your favorite non-wrappable gift?

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Happy Holidays

Quote of the Day:  I wonder as I wander out under the sky, how Jesus the savior did come for to die. For poor orn'ry people like you and like I. I wonder as I wander...
(I plan to sing this song on Christmas Eve during the prelude at my church's service. The tune and the words set me to pondering.)

Happy Holidays from me and the boys!

The song, I Wonder as I Wander, has an interesting story. You can read about it in a beautiful picture book by Gwenyth Swain and illustrated by Ronald Himler. John Jacob Niles, who is credited for this song, was a wanderer himself, traveling about collecting folksongs. This one was sung to him by a young girl in Murphy, North Carolina. In the story that Swain describes, the girl and her father are traveling from place to place, telling their story, singing their songs, gathering just enough from the locals to be able to move on. I think they're trying to keep ahead of their pain because the mama in the story has passed, and they're grieving.

We all wander, don't we? And, I wonder...how can we make this a more beautiful stop on the Earth for each other? Here we are celebrating Christmas and other holidays, buying, baking, wrapping, sending. But, are we pausing? Are we living in the moment and cherishing our relationships? It's not all cheer and eggnog just because it's the holidays. Many people feel melancholy from recent changes in their lives. Someone might be missing who usually joins them around the table. And, while we cling to traditions, they can be cause for not being able to move on and make new memories.

We put up an artificial tree this year, for the first time. Bobby commented on it. I said I didn't think I'd ever go fake, but now that I have, I don't plan to go back. I said, "I am kind of a traditionalist." He said, "I wouldn't say that." That gave me pause. Maybe I am someone who can embrace change and do something a new way. (Embrace was my word for the year.)

"Christmas is a state of mind." I believe that quote comes from Kris Kringle in Miracle on 34th Street, one of the many holiday movies I've watched while baking and wrapping and preparing my home for the holidays. 

When the tree goes dark, the wrapping tossed, and the meal cleaned up, what lingers are the words shared, the love felt, and the senses filled with the sights, sounds, smells, and memories of time together with friends and family.

I'll see you back here in the New Year!

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Journaling Prompt:  What do you wonder as you wander?

Friday, August 19, 2011

The Family that Journals Together

Favorite Photos Friday and Double Quotes

Quote of the Day: If the family were a fruit, it would be an orange, a circle of sections, held together but separable - each segment distinct. ~Letty Cottin Pogrebin

The family. We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together. ~Erma Bombeck

Joy's journal, French twist binding and fragments of a songbook.

Our family is trying something new for Christmas gifts this year. For those who want to participate, we're buying or making a journal that reflects us, then we'll be passing that same journal from person to person.  We'll have the books in our possession for about 10 days where we can write in them, include photos, quotes, clippings, or drawings - anything that reflects that particular time.  It can be for and about the owner of the journal or about the person writing in it.  The last person in the rotation will wrap up the journal and give it to the owner at Christmas.


Joy made her journal at my house by cutting up an old songbook and using some of its pages as well as blank journal pages. I taught her the French twist binding.  She left it here in Minnesota and won't see it again until it arrives at her home in Portland, OR at the end of December, filled with the imprint of her family.

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Journaling Prompt:  What are your family's gift giving traditions?

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Christmas Play

Quote of the Day:  opening lyrics to Dynamite Taio Cruz
I throw my hands up in the air sometimes

Saying AYO
Gotta let go
I wanna celebrate and live my life
Saying AYO
Baby, let's go



My boys like that song.  It's peppy and happy and all about living in the moment.  Throw your hands in the air, let go, and live!  


So, we found time to play this holiday season.  My boys like to pick out things for each other that they like, and that they would like to play/share with them.



(I especially liked the gift in the middle *grin*)

Traditions, what can I say?  There's some to keep and some to tweak.  Every year is different.  Maybe you've added a family member, maybe you've lost one.  Maybe there's a difficult separation or illness.  Maybe you've moved and you can no longer get back home for the holidays.  Whatever the reason, you may find yourself in need of a new picture.

This holiday season, I determined to let go of the Norman Rockwell - everyone sitting around the tree, cozy and happy on "the day" - picture, and thought of how I could paint my own picture.  We started doing the "pickle game" a few years ago.  I hide an ornament in the tree that looks like a pickle, so it's hard to spot. The boy who finds it gets to open a present the day before Christmas Eve (our celebration day).  I called it our "Pre-Christmas Day."  It was great.  Eric was the first and opened a movie.  After I got the bread started and the soup on, we watched it together.  Then, Bobby opened a book (Breakthrough by Stephen Tremp) that I discovered from reading blogs.  I hope he likes it.  Next, Zach opened the game Guesstures, and Charlie opened the movie Despicable Me - a funny movie - that we watched until late.  I had to stay up anyway and bake the bread.  I started the dough a bit late in the day.  It was my first time baking bread from scratch.  Mom's recipe.  It turned out okay.  Not as good as Mom's - naturally.

We also played Guesstures which was so great.  We were running and laughing and grabbing for easy clues and shouting answers.  I LOVE Guesstures and I LOVE playing with my boys.  Then, Bobby came alive like he did when he was young.  He'd play a game with me, then see how it could be improved, or add something to it.  So, he invented a bonus round based on time, the faster you get the others to guess the better, and subtracting points for answering correctly, so that you gain something by guessing.  It was so fun.  I jumped and clapped and acted, and at one time, Zach said, "You're fun!" - my best gift of the season.

I had this thought lately, that we're wrong to cling to the sameness of life. That change is always happening.  Kids grow up.  We meet people.  We end bad relationships.  We move, and we move on.  It is the idea that things will always be the same that makes us feel hopeless.

Journaling Prompt:  What holiday traditions have you kept from childhood, and which ones have you tweaked or made on your own?




Monday, December 13, 2010

Goodness and Light

Quote of the Day:  from the song Do You Hear What I Hear
Said the King to the people everwhere,
"Listen to what I say."
Pray for peace, people everywhere,
listen to what I say!
The Child, the Child,
sleeping in the night,
He will bring us goodness and light

To hear Martina McBride sing this song of hope with an orchestra and choir, click on this Youtube video.


Here's a glimpse at what it looks like in Minnesota this week.  We don't need to just dream about a white Christmas.  This is nothing to what happened south of us.  The Minneapolis/St. Paul area was pounded with snow.  The Metrodome roof collapsed.  You might have heard about that on the news or seen the video.  OMG! The Vikings game had to be postponed and moved to Detriot. 

The good that happens from a hard knock by Mother Nature is that you quickly see neighbor helping neighbor.  The one with the snowblower helps out the ones who only have a shovel, and the ones with a shovel band together to make the work go faster. When my neice's car got stuck in the street, friends and strangers alike dug it out.

Snow is easier to handle than the subzero temps.  We wake up to the weatherman warning us that the thermometer reads negative 18 degrees Fahrenheit with a windchill factor of minus 40.  We just want to stay under our flannel sheets and down comforters.  Who wants to go out in that!  We start to feel isolated.

Isolation is not good for me.  Add to that the short days and long dark nights and the increased illnesses that happen this time of year.  Well, it gets harder and harder to stay in a happy holiday mood.  I feel sad for my friend who's four-year-old son died this summer.  It's so hard for her this Christmas.  I feel sad for another friend who is recovering from an abusive relationship and worrying about her kids when they're with their dad.  I just learned that a friend of mine was diagnosed with inflammatory breast cancer.  I can hardly type that and not break down crying.  That sounds really scary.  She has a 12-year-old daughter and triplets who are seven (two girls and a boy).  She's been in our Mothers of Multiples group.  My age.

So, yesterday, I was getting cranky at Christmas.  What is helping me is being with people IRL (in real life).  Human contact with good people who care about those who might be having a blue Christmas.  Loving people who don't expect you to be happy just because it's the holidays.  And, nurturing people who shine light on those dark emotions.

If you're experiencing the dark days of December, know that you're not alone.  Reach out to others.  Look for the light.  "Do you hear what I hear?"  A child is born to bring us goodness and light.


Journey on, even through the cold and the dark.  Nothing ever stays the same.  Cling to the the promise of new life.

Journaling Prompt:  What are you feeling blue about this season?  How can you reach out to someone to find goodness and light?

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Cinnamon Cranberry Shortbread . . . Simplify the Christmas Cookie Marathon!


When your holiday to-do list is longer than the tobaggon hanging on the wall in your garage, how do you  find the time and energy to enjoy non-critical tasks like making cookies without that activity, too, seeming like just another chore? If you're like me, every year you wish you had the time and gusto to make at least a dozen varieties of Christmas cookies, some from brand new recipes and some from old faithfuls. In theory, the cookie-baking marathon sounds so delightful, doesn't it?


Think about it. There you are, bustling around in the kitchen, carols playing in the background, snowflakes twinkling on the window sill. Maybe you're even wearing that cute apron--the one that's been in a drawer for the past ten years because you've never had the guts to expose it to robust molasses or melted dark chocolate? I know, I know. I've been there. Sometimes the Christmas cookie mega-bake experience is just a pipe dream.



But then again, maybe it's not? I figure the answer to this dilemma is two-fold. It requires breaking the work down into chunks--like making the doughs all in one long work session, and then baking the cookies in another. Of course, even that prospect can be daunting. So if you're really stressed, consider making it easier on yourself by using just one base recipe for a simple but fail-proof cookie that can be adapted with any number of different flavorings or add-ins.

Shortbread is a perfect candidate for this approach because:
  • it's comprised of very few ingredients and mixes together fairly quickly
  • it handles easily compared to stickier roll-out doughs for gingerbread or sugar cookies
  • it can be pressed into tart pans by hand, or rolled out and cut with cookie cutters
  • it bakes slowly and at a low temperature, which greatly minimizes the chances of burning the cookies
  • it's sturdy and not delicate, thus not problematic to store or ship
  • it has a long shelf life and can handle reasonable variations in temperature
  • it can be customized with the addition of chocolate, with finely chopped nuts or dried fruits, or any variety of extracts--try vanilla, citrus, or almond
  • the finished cookies can be dipped in melted chocolate, glazed with a thin icing, or sprinkled with sugar

Just remember, don't fiddle with the the proportions of flour, sugar, and butter. They're kind of sacrosanct in a scenario like this. But everything else is up for grabs. Really. It's a miracle cookie. It's the original Christmas Miracle Cookie! Not kidding. So don't panic if you committed to producing a zillion cookies for this office party and that church event. Stick with one basic recipe, adjust it to suit your whims, and everything will be fine. These cinnamon cranberry shortbread cut-outs are a case-in-point. Made from a recipe I adapted, they won't let you down.

This is adapted from the classic shortbread recipe in Dede Wilson's book, The Baker's Field Guide to Christmas Cookies.

Cinnamon Cranberry Shortbread Cookies
(For a printable version of this recipe, click here!)

Preheat oven to 325 degrees. Line a couple of cookie sheets with parchment paper.

1 lb. of unsalted butter, softened (4 sticks)
1 cup granulated sugar, plus a little extra for sprinkling
5 cups all-purpose flour
1/4 tsp. salt (a generous 1/4 tsp.; I think a wee bit of salt is vital in a cookie--without it, it's just flat)
3 drops vanilla extract
2 drops almond extract
1/2 tsp. ground cinnamon (or less, if you prefer; more, though, can overpower this recipe)
3/4 cup dried cranberries chopped very small (loosely packed into the measuring cup)

In a large bowl, whisk together the flour, salt, and cinnamon. Set aside. 

In the large bowl of your mixer, beat the butter at medium high speed for three minutes, until light and fluffy. Still on medium high speed, slowly pour in the sugar over a period of about 8 minutes (yes, I said 8 minutes), until the mixture is almost white in color and extremely fluffy. Add in the vanilla and almond extracts.

Now on the lowest speed, add in the flour mixture in three portions, mixing just until each portion is  incorporated. Pour in the cranberry pieces and beat only until they seem fairly evenly distributed in the dough, not long at all. The dough should not be so soft that it needs to be chilled before rolling.

Divide the dough into thirds. Working with one third at a time, on a lightly floured work surface, roll the dough out to about 1/4" thickness--no thinner. Using small cookie cutters of your choice, firmly cut the pieces and place them carefully onto a parchment-lined cookie sheet. They can be placed pretty close together as they'll spread very, very little in the oven. Sprinkle each cookie with a couple pinches of granulated sugar.


Bake each tray for approximately 15 minutes or more, checking the cookies regularly; remove them from the oven when they just start to turn slightly golden around the edges. They're not supposed to become golden brown all over. Allow them to cool on the pans for 10 minutes before removing them to cooling racks.

Alternately, you can press the dough evenly into 8" or 9" tart pans with removable bottoms. This is a very quick and easy method if you don't feel like using cookie cutters. Sprinkle sugar on top and place the pans on top of cookie sheets to bake. If you make them this way, slice the baked cookies pie-wedge fashion while they're still somewhat warm from the oven; if you wait to slice them until they're cool, they'll be far more prone to breaking apart.


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Christmas is....

As another Christmas approaches, I get to contemplate. I have been so busy with the boys school activities, donating my time, redoing my family room (whoever says staying at home is boring obviously isn't doing it right...ha!) that I have to MAKE myself stop and reflect on the little things so I still appreciate Christmas. We get so wrapped up in Holiday parties and shopping that I feel we really need to stop, take a breath, and just enjoy each other. Last night we all got bundled up and went to our town's Festival of Lights. Expecting the older two to throw a fit, I was holding my breath, waiting for the outcries that they were too old. Nothing came. Not even a single complaint about dressing warmly! We all shuffled in the car, parked and then walked to the main street. Watched the street fill with people...huddled together for warmth. As we watched the floats go by, people would yell, "Merry Christmas!" and we would yell it back. I watched the boys have fun being kids. I appreciate that this might be our last year playing Santa, so we are revelling in the magic. I have the Christmas story brought out, just getting ready to read. Brian took Daegan out shopping today and Daegan came home with a huge smile on his face. Not only did he get to spend time with dad, but he got to get "really cool things for the family". He loves the picking out, and loves the anticipation of his brothers opening their gifts. Too much fun! As the boys get older, I tell them...

Christmas
is
enjoying each other
being thankful we are all together
counting our blessings
caring more about other's happiness over our own
sharing love
sharing Christ
loving one another
giving to those in need
swallowing pride
forgiving
remembering...

Friday, December 10, 2010

Sam the Snowman Cake . . . from Rudolph!


One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine trees crusted with snow . . .

-- from The Snowman, a poem by Wallace Stevens
 
Before we get too much further into the Christmas season, I wanted to be sure and share this with you. It's my attempt at replicating, in cake form, the snowman from that favorite old TV special made in 1964, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. I created it as my final-exam project for my Theme Cakes class, which ended in November. Since making this cake, I've come to the conclusion that just about every American under 75 must be a big fan of Sam the Snowman, the show's chubby narrator.



He's a pretty distinctive fellow, as far as snowmen go. Both wise and witty, he's possessed of a philosophical outlook not common to your typical garden-variety snowman. When he tells us to, "Pull up an iceberg and lend an ear," we're inclined to do just that. And isn't there something especially appealing about a dapper snowman who sounds just like Burl Ives?



I'm not going to confess exactly how long it took me to work on this cake, all in all, nor how much  fretting I did in preparation for assembling it. Needless to say, the process was time consuming for me and fraught with potential pitfalls. That's because this kind of cake--one requiring quite a bit of advance planning, not to mention structural support and anchoring--is still pretty new for me. I was more relieved than I can convey when the finishing touches were completed on the last day of class.



You know how it is when you work on something that requires you to immerse yourself in its every detail? You become acutely aware of the finished product's imperfections and those are what you tend to focus on. That's how I felt, initially at least, when this cake was done and largely why I was stunned when my teacher and fellow students liked it so much.



Chef Lois, my teacher, asked me if she could keep the cake to display it at a couple of upcoming culinary-school sponsored events. I was pretty flattered by this. She suggested that I first take it home to show to my husband and kids (who'd been hearing me fuss about it for at least a couple of weeks) and then bring it back to school. So that's what I did.



Thankfully, it was a very successful project all in all, and Sam turned out to be a pretty fun character to try and depict in cake. For those of you who want to know how this cake was created, click here for the gory details. For those of you who become nauseous or disoriented at the mere thought of making something like this, you have my sympathy. I'll understand completely if you need to stop reading right now. Yes, you may be excused. Go bake some cookies instead . . . or get a start on wrapping those presents!



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Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Christmas at the Lollar's

I was lax in getting a lot of pics this year. Too busy hosting, I guess. We were glad that mom, dad and Uncle Jim could come over, along with Stacey and Gus. Brian made an excellent prime rib, along with champ potatoes, a salad, green beans and rolls. We were even lucky enough to have leftovers!
We then opened gifts. It was a lovely day!


Tessa at her happiest, when someone is giving her full attention...


We're so glad Uncle Jim is in town!


The boys, looking so happy that I was taking pictures.


I wanted to show everyone how great mom looks!


Stacey looking just beautiful!


The recently engaged couple!  Gus and Stacey


Riordan being attacked by bows...


Finally!  A decent pic of Corrin!  Yeah, he's huge.

Monday, December 7, 2009

Magic

I had a wonderful weekend! I went to the cookie exchange and made a gingerbread house (which is now missing most of its candy, due to the boys) and met some new people. Thanks to Jennifer and Donna for throwing a fun party! I then went to a choir and orchestra concert yesterday and enjoyed hanging out with my family and friend as we listened to it. I love watching my mother-in-law sing...it's so very obvious she loves singing because she smiles the entire time. Loved the music...it got me in the Christmas spirit. Riordan loved watching the woman hit the big drum!

The boys and I put up the Christmas tree yesterday, too, so it was a busy day. I am so glad that last year I bought a container that keeps all of the decorations in an easy to pull out way with partitions because in years past I always had to unwrap each decoration before giving it to the boys and it took twice and long and had always ticked the boys off. This time, I just opened the container and the decorations were there to put up! Niiiiiice! No arguing, and the boys love seeing their Christmas oranaments! I've realized that I now need two trees in my house because I have so many decorations that we have gathered throughout the years. I have a fake tree that I can set up...I just have to figure out where it's going to go. It's the "pretty" tree that everything matches. ;)

Daegan has informed Brian and I that he no longer believes in Santa Claus. I asked him why, and he said that Santa's handwriting looks like ours (we've always printed out tags, so I'm not sure where that came from). I just told him that if he believes, his stockings will fill up on Christmas Eve. He told me that years past when he asked Corrin if HE believed in Santa, and Corrin said "not really" that HIS stocking was still filled. I told him that Corrin obviously didn't really mean it and that Santa knew it. It's hard to lie about things like this...but I have one more child in the house that still believes and God forbid his older brother is going to give it away! When Santa is gone, the magic of Christmas morning is gone. :( Christmas Eve and Christmas day is when we talk about Jesus...Christmas morning is all about Santa! I am bummed that Daegan knows the secret, but it lasted longer for him than for Corrin, which I am happy about.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Rushed

This past week and a half has been quite the blur. I've been Christmas shopping like no other, trying to get deals to save a bit of money. I even got up at the crack of dawn (oh, who am I kidding, it was even earlier) on the day after Thanksgiving which I've never done before. As my kids get older, the prices of their wish lists get more expensive...and Brian and I try to get at least one big item for them from Santa.

I also have been hanging out with my friend Stacey who is getting married to my best friend, Gus in May. Wedding dress shopping to be precise. It's been a lot of fun, and I'm happy that she has finally found her dress that she's going to wear on the big day. I'm making 14 dozen cookies for a cookie exchange this weekend, plus getting ready for two parties NEXT weekend, along with Riordan's birthday and Christmas.

I had picked up a volunteer form for the library, but haven't had enough time to fill it out...which means I haven't had enough time to volunteer...so I guess I'll put that off for a bit.

This Christmas season has been unusual, and I believe I talked about this last year, but nothing I've been busy with has had anything to do with church or religious activities. I've missed the joyous sounds of Christian Christmas music, so I'll be attending a Brighton Choir musical on Sunday...hoping to fill me with all that is good. I don't WANT my Christmas to be all about shopping. I miss the constant reminders of why my family celebrates this Holiday in the first place. I'll do whatever I can to include that in the festivities...looking for a church to go to on Christmas Eve.

It's been incredibly cold outside here, which means you go from place to place in a hurry. I'd like to sit down and rest for a bit, but still have so much to do! Maybe if I can get it all done now, the time for rest will come later!!!

Here's wishing you all a nice, relaxing Holiday season.