We Wash you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, friends!!
As I sit down to begin this post, we are two hours away from 2017! Andrew will be ringing in the New Year with his Dad down at our family cabin. With my babes in bed, I figure that it would be a good time to see how much blogging I can sneak in before the new year arrives! It would be great to resolve that next year I will blog more often so that I can share what is on my mind and in my heart when I sit down to write; rather than play "catch-up." If my fingers truly had their way, I would be reflecting on the happenings of our 2016 and expressing gratitude for God's goodness in our lives. However, memories were made that need a spot here first before time darts ahead too far forward. Time is a giant stinker. It's gaining momentum and I wish I could get a better handle on it!
The early weeks of December were dotted with illness. Each of my Fleglets had a version of the same thing. It began with Henry and then slowly swept through each child. It hit Lottie and Forrest the hardest. It was a virus, nothing serious, but it lingered with my two youngest. School was missed and other activities were placed on hold. My nerves and maternal anxiety didn't escalate terribly because we no longer have a tiny baby in the house (... we can cry about that fact in another post, okay?!). Even so, sickness is never fun.
I am grateful that it arrived early. We were well before Christmas and were able to create some great memories in between those fever spells and coughing fits.
The Sunday before Christmas we were at my Mom's for dinner. The kids participated in the Nativity. It was nice because the older girls helped get the younger kids ready. Papa read from the script and the kid's took their roles seriously-ish. My favorite part was when a pregnant Lottie who was playing the role of Mary danced into the room saying, "Daddy! Look, I am pregnant!" I mean no disrespect to the Mother of our Savior, I promise. We honor and revere her. But that sweet little pretend belly combined with Lottie's darling mannerisms was a sight! I loved it.
The Monday before Christmas, Forrest participated in his preschool's Christmas program. It was combined with an older class and boy, was it a full house at the library! I thought there was about a 50% chance that Forrest would participate. He told me in the car that he was not interested at all in sitting up on the stage. However, when he got there he went right to his chair and sat quietly until it began. He is growing up and it is the most bittersweet experience of my life. This sweet baby of mine, who is QUICK to remind that he is not a baby, is becoming like the big kids and it makes my heart so, so sad.
When of the first outings this year was to Christmas Village. Forrest was feeling under the weather that night so he mostly sat in his stroller.
One of the BEST memories from this season was taking the kids to ride the Polar Express and meet Santa! It cost an arm and a leg to do it, but I am already mustering the courage to ask Andrew if we can do this again in 2017! What a night it was! We had a small window between Forrest's sickness and Lottie's. I am really grateful it worked out and that our kids were well enough to enjoy the experience.
Memories from that night that I want to remember include Lottie singing along to Frozen's "Do you want to build a snowman"... Her expression and dance moves were too cute. When I imagined how that night would go, I had anticipated that it would be magical primarily for Forrest. I was wrong. Henry was ecstatic when he spotted Santa on the train car just behind ours! "It's Santa!" he hollered! Eliza let her guard down and danced in the aisle with the other kids to Christmas music. Also, they asked her to figure out how long the railroad had been open in Heber. After providing her with a few dates, she burst out, "117 years!" in record time! She is so smart. Forrest LOVED the magic bells that were gifted to the children. As we sang Jingle Bells, his hands and legs both kicked in time to the music. Lottie's fever arrived in the early hours the following morning. I was so happy that we were able to enjoy our trip to the Polar Express before that happened.
My "power of Mom" friends...
We meet monthly and to discuss a different article pertaining to Motherhood
(and eat delicious treats and laugh and cry...depending on the night)
My junior high and high school friends...
I wish I saw these ladies more often.
Because MAN! I love them!
Here are a few pictures from the ward Christmas party! It was so well done this year. I love our ward family and hope to be apart of it for many, many years.
And finally, here are a few videos that tie into this post.