We spend Christmas Eve at home, Santa fills our stockings while we sleep. The kids woke up around 7:30 on Christmas morning, we started our Christmas morning with squeals. It was a full hour before there was any whining or squabbling. Thank you, Santa! Habtamu gave me the camera that I've been lusting after. I have to get back into thinking about my photos more...I've been having fun just playing around. I usually have to pour over the manual when I get new electronics, but I just needed to feel the camera in my hands and get lost behind the lens. Yes, I am a bit rusty, but it will be so fun to get loose again.
our tree is skinny. like me in my dreams.
Theo got a bike for his birthday, and more tracks for Christmas from Ma and Dad. And blocks from Santa, who found them at the thrifty for a buck forty-nine.
Grammy gave Suvi an easel. White board on this side, chalk board on the other. She loves to color, and quite often on herself and the walls. My Mom thought Suvi might be satisfied in expressing herself on the board; she loves it. She also loves to use the markers on my dresser, her dresser, her brand new white vest, the wall next to the front door, and right before we left for Katie and Dave's, Judah. Well, his white shirt. See, I had planned to put a plaid flannel on him, but his chubby little arms didn't fit in the sleeves. So I was thinking about what to toss on his little rolly polly sweet babyness while suvi was writing on her brother. Markers have been confiscated. No release date insight.
There it is!
Look at all that color and the pretty lights :)
Dave had to feed Anderson's cows; he invited the kids to go along. They were shy, so Daddy went, too. Suvi rode with Auntie Katie. Theo was thrilled to ride in the truck with no buckles. I was happy to learn this after the fact. This photo is from H's phone.
We had a Happy Merry and hope you did as well! I've been mulling over some thoughts for posts... there just seems to be less time for blogging as of late. What with all the snow and icedams and holiday prep and new work hours for Mom and Dad. And watching Avatar. Yes, I watched it. Santa put it in my stocking. (I usually find a few things for myself and put them in my own stocking. This year I decided not to do it, and my sweet husband found a couple of flicks for me.) Never thought I'd enjoy Avatar, but it was kinda good. {Don't tell MOE I said that though. I like to tease him about his nerdy movies.} The other film (pronounced FILLum, like in England.) is The Godfather. Mafia movies. Fuggedabaadit.
So the prezzies and the food and the family...all good. One of my sisters had to work on Christmas, it was strange without her, but we were sure to be extra weird in her honor.
I didn't spend enough time thinking about the birth of my Lord and Saviour. It is always in my mind, but the fun of everyday often takes over the reins. "Long ago a star shone brightly, Leading wisemen from afar..." It can be difficult to believe that God chose Mary to bring His Son into the world. I look at Judah and think how did the King start off like this? A helpless child, cooing and getting teeth, became the man on the cross...all for me. And you! "Joy to the world, the Lord is come!"
I've wondered if some people might feel themselves wanting to pull away a bit from my blog, or from me irl, since I've been rather open about depression. I've wondered if some people think, in a way, that I am just making myself sick, just worrying, not trusting God to take care of me. If you are reading this, and you feel some of those things...well, I am still the same person I was before I felt so burdened by depression. I still pray and look to God for guidance and assurance. "Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!" I'm not any stronger or less dependant on my faith because of depression. I can't even put it into words to properly relay the way I felt and how I feel now. Since I started my 'course of action', shall we say, it is easier for me to go to church. I would just be so frustrated and angry with my kids for acting up, I couldn't stand it! I think they weren't acting out so much as responding to the weirdness and crabbiness that had moved into their Mommy. They were, actually, pretty naughty in church today, but it didn't put me out so much or ruin my day. It was, after all, a beautiful day.