Tonight, Micah has been out shopping, both kids have been asleep since 8 and I have cleaned the kitchen, vacuumed three rugs, baked sugar cookies and am now devouring them. It's been a great Christmas season so far for us so far!
It began the day after Thanksgiving with putting up the lights
We caught a grasshopper
But it does look very nice.
The girls were actually very well behaved considering they had to sit through 2 long, really boring ceremonies the day after being stuck in the car for 9 hours.
We're very proud of Doctor Daddy, as I am trying to get the girls to call him now.
We watched frozen on the car ride home on Micah's laptop and it reawakened our girls' enthusiasm for the movie. Angela has been singing "let it go". Natalie was intrigued by the ice cutters in the first scene. She asked what they were doing and what the tools were that they were using. She asked if she could have one. When I said no, she said she would ask Santa for one. We tried to distract her from the idea, but she was determined that she had to have one. Micah, in his wisdom, made her a "toy ice saw" out of paper to satisfy her. Because, no. Just, no.
I'm finding that Christmas is even more joyful as a parent of multiple young children because, instead of decorating just once, you continually decorate all month as your children keep messing things up.
...in some cases, even hiding the Christmas decor!
Why the kids love the dog bed so much, I will never understand.
Trying to make sugar cookies with the children was a complete disaster. Maybe next year, I will just throw the dough straight into the garbage and send the kids out to roll in the mud. They will have just as much fun, make just as much mess, and I will end up with about as many cookies. But I will be spared the misery of having the oven on all afternoon in this 85 degree heat!
Natalie has been really into the Santa thing this year, and is certainly beginning to understand the commercial side of things
But she is also grasping more details about the real reason for Christmas, too.
This is the definition of being a younger sister
And, finally, I become so crazy during road trips that I revert to a twelve-year-old state.