After my little guys were done eating the other night, I had a conversation with Brian while we were still sitting down together at dinner.
Well, WE consider it conversation, anyway.
It was us talking loudly over our boys playing, using half sentences. “So have you heard back from the dealersh-” “I HAVE TO GO POTTY! RIGHT NOW!” “-ip about your warranty?”
A few things were discussed as a Styrofoam Rudolph flew around, circling the table. That’s when I remembered Christmas.
I want to talk about holidays here. I never did that.
I know I’m a bit out of order, but that’s how my brain is these days. Out of order.
This 2017 Christmas is one I’ll hold close to my heart forever. This was the first holiday season my kids have both had a good handle on what’s happening.
I didn’t realize the Christmas morning magic feeling had completely slipped away from me, until, for the first time in YEARS, I recognized it. I heard the bells again! That magical excitement was back! It was in the air. It was in my kids’ eyes as we admired Christmas lights, decorated the house, watched Christmas shows, and stayed up late at festive outings with sticky candy cane fingers.
My boys chatted with each other about Santa and asked questions, the answers to which they thought deeply and quietly about. My four year old was interested in Jesus and the animals in the manger.
(That somehow led to what animals are in Africa, but it was tender for a moment.)
We celebrated all season long with friends and the handful of family that came into town.
A whole slew of blurry photos I’ll forever adore:
The most lovingly decorated tree that was…not so beautiful. I mentioned I had a hard time not “redoing” it after the kids went to bed, but I adored it after a day or two. It had that Charlie Brown tree kind of appeal to it. Not pretty, but so, so loved. I hope we get a repeat next year!
The girls enjoyed The Nutcracker, and Amanda and I have already discussed taking our girls (and their outfits) in a few years. While we were waiting outside for valet, my mom mentioned that it might be time for me to start wearing maternity clothes.
I was wearing maternity clothes.
I guess that’s why my smile looks forced here? Or I couldn’t breathe. Either way.
The vertical on these cookies was impressive for a two year old. Lucky Santa!
Lots of snuggling, and lots of Daddy-holding while my tummy is too big.
During church on Christmas Eve, the little kids sang. Gus normally sings with gusto, but I guess he was ready for Santa. He did eye that microphone a few times, and there were several moments Brian and I (and a couple friends) thought we may get a solo.
Finding Rudolph! I want to frame this and add it to my “take to nursing home” collection.
Christmas morning, we had to wake Roscoe when Gus came bounding into our room. He’d obviously NOT just woken up. He told me later that he sat on the stairs for a while, “to get a closer yook.”
My favorite part? All holidays are thrilling right now. We’re already discussing the next: Valentine’s Day. I’m so grateful to be pregnant again to hit the reset button and prolong these years just a little.