Thursday, April 20, 2017

Nellisms, Vol. 8

Nell: "Mommy, can you say something to me?"
Me: "What do you want me to say?"
Nell: "I want you to say something presentable."


It's been a long time since I've done a post of Nell quotes, so some of these are from quite a while ago.  But here we go... a few particularly "presentable" conversations that have happened in our family in recent months:

* * *

Playing on the piano one day:
High notes - "This is Mozart!"
Low notes - "This is Bach!"

* * *

Pretending to play an air violin:
"I have to practice this piece.  It's a really hard piece.  You have to wiggle all your fingers at the same time.  It's a really finger-wiggling piece.  You have to practice it two times every day."

* * *

"If you practice really hard on your violin every day then you can be a doctor.  But if you don't then you can't be a doctor."

* * *

Practicing her violin one day:
"I just am done playing and my brain doesn't have any more music in it today."



Wobbling her head around: "I'm being a wild wild wild girl!"

* * *

She enjoys all types of weather with equal enthusiasm:
"It's such a nice rainy day out!  It's so nice out!  I love this rainy day!" //  "Isn't it delightful out today?  It's so warm and sunny!"

* * *

Upon hearing a song about a Christmas party on the radio back in December:
Nell: "Christmas potty?"
Me: "Christmas party!"
Nell: "Oh.  But is there a Christmas potty at the Christmas party?"

* * *

"When I'm grown up, next Halloween when I'm really big like probably fourteen, I'm going to make a costume and be a real mermaid."

* * *

Very sadly one night at bedtime:
"I'm just so scared because I don't have my beautiful Daddy with me right now!"

* * *

Crying out in her sleep, clearly having a nightmare about The Nutcracker (a borderline obsession of hers):
"The mice!  No, no, the mice! The mice!"
(I kind of love it that her scariest dream has been about a ballet.)

* * *

Me: "I'm going to come play with you guys in the family room in a minute."
Nell: "Mamas don't play.  They wash dishes."



After telling me she was afraid of a fly:
Me: "You don't need to be afraid of a fly; the fly is probably more afraid of you because it's so little and you're so big compared to that fly!"
Nell (crying): "The fly doesn't like me because I'm big but... but... I like me being big!"

* * *

Nell: "I read a book today with Aunt Hannah!"
Me: "What book?  What was it about?"
Nell: "It was about... like... a girl... and such and such."

* * *

"I wemember because I have a weally good wemembewy."

* * *

At bedtime:
Nell: "Oh no! I won't be able to dream tonight!"
Me: "Why not?"
Nell: "Because I don't have 'dreamer' on, you know, my little bum! I'm not wearing my undies that say 'dreamer' on them!"

* * *

Me: "Nell, I'd like you to pick up the books all over the floor please."
Nell: "Umm, okaaaay, I will just do EVERYthing."
(Our poor over-worked Cinderella child)

* * *

"Ballerinas don't even need to go potty did you know that?"

* * *

Me: "Do you want some pear?"
Nell: "Some WHAT? Some BEER?!"


After talking about how birds eat bugs and worms:
"But that's not nice to eat a nice beautiful dead worm that is feeling sad!"

* * *

Me: "How old do you think Grandma is?"
Nell: "Fourteen."

* * *

"I just don't really like boys; I like girls, and I don't like boys, except I do like daddies."

* * *

Me: "What's your favorite book?"
Nell: "I like all books.  Well, not bad books."
Me: "What makes a book bad?"
Nell: "Well, I like nice bad books."
Me: "What's a nice bad book?"
Nell: "Like a book with a bad guy but two nice guys too."


A few theologically-inclined quotes and conversations:

"I'm just nice! God made me nice!"

* * *

"You mean Jesus never did anything wrong?  Wow.  Then I'm going to do that today, too."

* * *

"When God made me he got some paper and he drawed me and then he colored me with a shirt and shorts and then he cutted me out with scissors, he cut right around my five fingers like this so then I had fingers!"

* * *

 And on a subsequent day, clearly still pondering the matter of creation:
"Wait, how does God attach you?  How does God make you and attach you?"

* * *

Nell: "How are we going to be raised when Jesus comes back?"
Me: "I don't know exactly how; the Bible says a trumpet will sound and all the people who ever died loving Jesus and trusting in him will be raised to be with him forever."
Nell: "Wow.  That's pretty magic."



Pondering the future:

"When I'm grown up and have kids I'm going to give them lots of chocolate for dessert.  And I'm going to give myself lots of chocolate, too."

* * *

"Who can I marry when I want to get married?  Because Daddy is already married to you and Uncle Andrew is married to Aunt Hannah, so there's no one left."

* * *

To me and Nathan:
"I want to stay here forever and never move away when I grow up to be a grown up, because I love you guys and I want to stay with you forever.  I'm never gonna move away; I'm gonna stay here.  I promise.  'Cause I love my bedroom and I love seeing you guys."

* * *

"When I grow up, I'm never gonna get married and have a baby because having a baby might hurt, but I want to go to someone's house that has kids and just ask them if I can have one of their kids and take it home."



And finally, some sister conversations!


Sitting on the toilet, singing improvisationally:
"Mawie is my sister!  She's a sister and I'm a sister!  I love her so much!  Sometimes we fight and we need to figure it out!  Fiiiiiguuuuuure it oooooouuuuuut!"



* * *

"Mawie you're a sweet girlie.  I love you and your face makes me happy."



* * *

Pointing to Ree:
"That girl is a bad bad bad bad witch."   (Then, turning to me, by way of practical explanation): "...PRETEND."

Playing together at the park:
Nell: "We're in California and we have to go all the way across the river because we're going to Africa!"
Ree: "Yeah!"
Nell: "It's like, ten miles at least!"




Patiently explaining to Ree how to make the sound "Shh":
Nell (slightly patronizingly): "No Wee it's not 'sssss' it's 'shhhhh' with your tongue back in your mouth more!"
Ree (agreeably): "Oh! Dah! (yeah!) Ok!"



* * *

Nell: "Do you want a little tuft on your head?"
Ree: "No!"
Nell: "But Wee I weally want you to be a tufted titmouse!"
(Can you tell we enjoy birds around here?)

* * *

Playing doctor together:
Nell: "Okay Mawie now we need to cut you open."
Marie: "Whyyyyy?"
Nell: "I know, I know!  But it will not hurt; I'll do it so so gently okay?"

* * *

In the car:
Nell: "Mawie are you asleep?"
Marie: "No."
Nell: "Are you awake?"
Marie: "No."
Nell (exasperated): "You have to be something Mawie you can't just be nothing!"


 I'd say both these girls are something, indeed.

Life can be pretty entertaining when you have young children!

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

a day in the life

Little Miss Molly is 3.5 weeks old and Nathan is now back to work full time. He worked part days on Wednesdays and Thursdays and Sundays these past few weeks, but thanks to the miracle of paternity leave he was home a lot to help. Yesterday was a long day consisting mostly of me feeling completely outnumbered and bested by the three kids; I'm hoping it can only improve from here...?

Molly has had a hard time sleeping for the past week or so. She reminds me of my other girls when they were babies. She falls asleep and then wakes up five minutes later for no apparent reason. Sometimes she wakes crying and it's obviously discomfort from needing to burp, but other times her eyelids just drift shut and then drift back open a couple of minutes later!  Don't even think about trying to transfer her from the Ergo or ring sling to her little bedside cot or you'll give her a real reason to instantly wake and scream. She doesn't like the swing, can't stand to be laid on her back (she probably has some degree of reflux), generally doesn't like anyone else except Mama, and of course all this is coming about as she gets a little older right when Daddy is back to work full time, I have to start work again next week, and all the busy-ness of Holy Week and Easter is just around the corner.  

In fairness to the sweet babe, she did sleep for 40 glorious minutes yesterday morning without being held, which was just long enough for me to run my aching face (I have a sinus infection) under hot water in the shower, get dressed, and start a load of laundry. Which maybe I'll be able to go put in the dryer in two or three days. 

Life is a little crazy.  The house sort of resembles the donation room at our favorite thrift store, with random piles of stuff everywhere.  It occurs to me that if we were robbed and ransacked we might not notice for a long time. I can't seem to get anything done, truly not anything at all, and this ought not to surprise me since I've had two babies before and lived through this, but somehow I had actually convinced myself that this third time, now I would finally know what I was doing and be able to really manage everything at last.  

Ha.  Not so, as it turns out.  And this reality is made harder to swallow by the fact that in the last month before Molly was born I was a productivity machine!  I got so much accomplished!  The house was tidy and getting more organized by the day!

* * *

After a frustrating morning yesterday trying so hard to help this tired baby girl sleep (with every failed attempt at a solid chunk of sleep she grew more overtired and thus harder to resettle again), we had finally made it through lunch time and it was quiet time. Hallelujah!  I told the big girls they could have a "together rest," which means they can play together if they're quiet and stay in one of their bedrooms.  It also means I get to go up to our attic master bedroom and attempt to rest if I can get the baby settled, knowing they'll be well within earshot and that they'll summon me if they have a problem.  

Finally, after nursing, changing, bouncing, patting, bouncing and patting at the same time, nursing again, changing her diaper again, putting her on my chest, bouncing and patting some more, I got Molly to sleep on my shoulder and was able to slide her down to lay on my chest. I vaguely thought to myself all the things I've ever heard or read about the dangers of sleeping in such a fashion with a baby, not to mention the habits and precedents one might be setting.  For about two seconds I thought about this, and then I leaned back against my big pillow and fell immediately to sleep.

Only to be awakened about ten minutes later by my two-year-old's voice:

"Mommy, I need to go potty!"

* * *

I whisper-yell down the stairs, "Nell, can you please help Ree go potty?"

There then begins a flurry of chatter between the two of them: apparently they both need to go potty simultaneously and this situation is difficult to work out. I advise, "Ree goes first because she's littler!  Hurry!" -- but it is too late.

"Mommy I peein!!" 
"Get on the potty! Hurry!"
"I can't! I can't get my overalls off!"

I mentally curse the invention of overalls. How could I have thought they were cute? How could Nathan have thought it was a good idea to dress her in them this morning? Does he hate me and want to ruin my life?

"Come upstairs very quietly.  Molly is sleeping on my chest, but I'll be able to help you."

While it's clear as soon as I see her that we've missed the opportune moment for using the toilet, I unclasp her overalls and whispering, ask her to go put everything in the laundry, then get on the potty to see if she has any more, then get herself a dry pair of undies.  In other words, probably way too many instructions for a two-year-old to be able to remember and execute.

Down the stairs she marches, and after several more yelled consultations from my four-year-old and whisper-yelling replies from me, Nell has successfully helped her sister go potty and wash her hands.

Now it's Nell's turn.  And guess what she's wearing?  And guess what she can't seem to get on again after using the bathroom?

Of course.  Overalls.  

While Nell is finding herself an alternate pair of pants that she can clothe herself in without help, I can hear Ree ascending the stairs to our attic master bedroom as quietly as a mouse.  Nell, who has finally grasped the severity of my need for rest and quiet, begins to wail; she's literally weeping as she calls out, "No Mawie!  You can't go up there!  Mama and Molly are trying to rest and Mama is so tired and sad!"

Thank God someone understands the gravity of this situation!

Ree has reached the top of the stairs, very quietly indeed, and now turns and yells down the staircase to Nell, at the top of her lungs, "It's OK Nell!  I came up quietly!  I just wanted to see Mama!"

I know that someday this will be hilarious in retrospect.

I give Ree an encouraging smile (because I know a fierce look will get me nowhere and will only cause a loud meltdown) and whisper, "Go back downstairs sweetie!  It's still quiet time!  I'm resting and Molly is asleep.  Go put those undies on!"

In a miraculous moment, she agrees and turns to go back down the staircase.  Somehow I find myself thinking how cute that nude retreating tushie is, despite the fact that my brain is exploding from fatigue.  

I hear the undies operation receiving advice from big sister until it is successfully completed.  At this point, the two year old perches herself on the bottom stair, just a few feet beneath where Molly is sleeping on my chest, where I can hear every golden, dulcet sound.  She begins singing loud improvisatory songs about ponies and donkeys, all while accompanying herself with the percussive sounds of banging Lincoln Logs on the metal stair rail.

* * *

If you can't imagine having all this potty drama unfold and not budging from your bed, you have never had a sad, overtired baby who struggled to sleep, and who you knew would immediately wake if you moved a muscle.

And if you can't imagine crying when first awakened after those glorious ten minutes of sleep, and then crying again when you realized that when all was said and done you wouldn't be going back to sleep today, you've never gone for almost four weeks with no more than three hours of sleep at one time.

And all this when you have a sinus infection and your eyes are burning and your teeth ache and your head hurts and ungodly stuff is draining out of your nose for days on end.

* * *

When all is said and done, some days the hardest part of having a newborn who struggles to sleep (and we've done this three times now!) isn't even the sleep deprivation for myself. It's the constant self doubt, the wondering what I'm doing wrong, the looking at other babies who sleep in their car seats or swings or cribs and wondering where I could have gone so wrong, the feeling that somehow despite my best efforts I am still a giant failure.

I just keep reminding myself that she's a tiny, brand new, sensitive little baby and we're still in the early stages of the "fourth trimester" and it's ok that she needs me this much.  And I try to enjoy the snuggles knowing all too well that while the days feel long, this time will be short in retrospect.

* * *

While I can't grow another set of arms to manage to increase my productivity, my heart seems to have grown several sizes in the past month.

And now, I have a load of laundry that's been sitting in the washing machine for 24 hours calling my name.

Friday, March 24, 2017

Reeisms, Vol. 2

This girlie continues to say the funniest things, pretty much on a daily basis.  I manage to remember a few of them, at least!

{Photos taken a few weeks ago, all dressed up for our little friend Maeve's first birthday party, wearing a vintage Polly Flinders dress that was a gift from a friend when Nell was little.}


This soon-to-be-three-year-old has personality in spades, and keeps us on our toes... and keeps us laughing as well!

Some of her words are still mispronounced, and are of course making their way into our family lexicon in their altered states, so that I hear Nathan asking her at bedtime, "Do you want to wear your fwabiddy jammies?"

Strawberries are fwabiddies, blueberries are boobiddies, and most of her L's are still Y's and R's are still W's.  When she wants something to eat sometimes she asks for "A yittle bit but not a yot."  I'm also fond of hearing her sing "Mary had a yittle yamb."

"Little," is often her adjective of choice, and usually used in multiples, so it's "I hurt my yittle yittle yittle foot," or "Daddy is your yittle yittle yittle yittle mouth feeling better?"



Her other substitute sound is F, so that when she has an itch it's "My ear is fassy!" (scratchy), back in December our Christmas tree was the "Fismas Fee," her toy train tracks are "fain facks," and the trash truck gets greeted each week with excited shrieks of, "The fash $#%* is here!  The fash @!*$ is here!  I'm going to wave at the %&*$!" Naturally, we find this particular word of hers to be a combination of humorous and potentially embarrassing at any given time.


She calls a water fountain a "water mountain," and my metronome she refers to as a "nick nock," which of course is exactly the sound it makes.

And for some reason, for several months she constantly sang her own version of "Polly put the kettle on," the second part of which went, "Stinky doodle off again, stinky doodle off again..."  We have no idea why, but in the meantime I took to calling her "Stinky Doodle" from time to time, a nickname she quite enjoyed.


At Christmas time, she was given a candy cane, which I temporarily permanently confiscated, since sweets abound at holidays and I try to be selective about what the kids have.  Ree went to Nathan and said, "Daddy, my Mommy took my candy cane.  Can you get it from my Mommy and bring it to me so I can eat it all up?"  Nathan thought that was pretty funny; no doubt the first of many times she'll wonder if she can get a different answer from a different parent.

{twirling}
While snuggling in bed with her at bedtime Ree whispered to me lovingly:
"My Mommy is cozy, my Mommy is cozy..."

* * *

In her sleep when Nathan went to move her slightly:
"No, no, I have a meena (banana); I don't need help!"

* * *

Barging into the bathroom while I was taking a bath, smiling at me out of the corner of her eye:
"Can I touch your body?"

* * *

Talking on a wooden block she pretends is her phone:
"Oh hi!  No, I don't want any of that; that is poop.  Poop!"

* * *

In some kind of minor trouble:
"WHOBODY IS GOING TO HELP ME?!"



Apparently unimpressed by all the construction projects Nathan has had going on around the house:
"Daddy is ruinin' this whole house.  This is a nice house but Daddy is ruinin' it!   Is he going to ruin this part too?  Is he going to ruin over here?  And over there?"

* * *

When she was sick one day, right after I took her temperature:
Me, to Nell: "Poor Marie has a fever this morning."
Ree, pointing: "It's wight here, under my yittle armpit.  See it?"

* * *

On a windy, bitterly cold day, she yelled right at the wind in frustration:
"WIND! TOP! (stop!)  TOP WIND-ING ME! YOU BAD! YOU ALWAYS BAD!"

("You bad!" has been her insult of choice lately, occasionally used on a parent or on her big sister, the latter of whom takes it quite personally, poor girl.)

* * *

Hearing a lot of birds chirping loudly up in a tree one morning at the Audubon sanctuary:
"Those birds!  They havin' a party up there!"

* * *

Some sisterly negotiations I overheard:
Nell: "Can I have a turn Marie?"
Ree: "In forty five years."

{pretending to be a mouse with little whiskers}
After falling down on the living room rug one day:
"I just hurt my... my... everything on my body... but... it's ok!"

* * *

Nathan: "Marie, can I have a snuggle?"
Ree: "Yeah.  One snuggle, and then one kiss, and then... ALL DONE."

* * *

Trying to play Go Fish with both girls one morning:
Me: "Will you let me help you, Ree?"
Ree: "No! I want to help YOU!"

* * *

In the kitchen one evening as I'm cooking dinner, trying to tide a fussy kid over for the last few minutes until we eat:
Me: "Hey Ree, can you see if this noodle is ready?"
Ree (looking curiously at spaghetti noodle in her hand): "Are you weady, noodle?"
(Looking up at me): "Yes, it's weady."
(Eats noodle happily)



During my pregnancy:

Listening to music:
"I hope the baby is dancing in your tummy!  I hope she is doing that!"

* * *

One morning while I was still in my PJ's:
"Oh Mama I yove your dress and I yove your pants and I yove your slippers!"
{The "dress" was a maternity pajama shirt, but I'll take a compliment wherever I can get it, I suppose!}

* * *

And:
"Mommy, your belly button isn't, isn't, isn't... isn't really a nice round circle anymore."
{Admittedly this was quite true at nine months pregnant!}


After being epically inconsolably for a while at bedtime one night, then suddenly calming down:
Ree: "Mommy?"
Me: "Yes?"
Ree: "I am happy."
Me: "What makes you happy?"
Ree: "My Mama and my Daddy and my yip bom (lip balm)."

* * *

At bedtime the night after Daylight Saving:
"But... why is it really so morning?!"


Completely inexplicable:
"Yook Mama, my owie yooks yike an eensy weensy 'pider!"

* * *

When Nathan took out his drill for a house project, and clearly Ree had become accustomed (albeit usually with fear and wailing) to much louder power tools:
"Oh Daddy! (Pleasantly surprised) Daddy that is not too soundy!"


And managing to be at the same time among the funniest and the worst things she's ever said, when the girls and I were on a plane after visiting my family in California in February, Ree was outraged when the woman in front of her reclined her seat, causing Ree's tray to move slightly as well.  She unbuckled herself in the blink of an eye, stood up on her seat to her full impressive two-and-a-half-year-old height, and yelled, "NO MA'AM DON'T EVER DO THAT AGAIN!"

And while I wanted to disappear under my own seat in utter humiliation, it did occur to me to at least be glad there were no trucks (*&$%!) involved in the situation.


P.S.:


We love this crazy girl.

Margaret Elizabeth

She's here!


Our third daughter, Margaret Elizabeth, arrived at 1:58 am on Friday, March 10.  She weighed 7 lbs, 10 oz, and was 19.5 inches long at birth.




Like both her sisters before her, she was born with a head of dark hair, beautiful delicate features, and oh-so-kissable cheeks.

She is adored by her parents and big sisters alike.




... and admiring Aunts and Uncles, too!



My heart is so full, and I'm so grateful that I get to have a newborn all over again.


In some ways it is harder to fit in the snuggle time and enjoy all the sweetness with a third child, when life is already so busy.


But in another way it is almost all the more sweet and poignant, because with each moment where my cheek is pressed up against hers, or each deep breath I take to breathe in her delicious aroma, I'm loving our little Molly but also enjoying the wash of memories of a baby Nell and a baby Ree not so very long ago.



We are all doing well, attributed in no small part to the fact that Nathan, for the first time for any of our three babies, has paternity leave this time around.  I am so grateful for his presence at home as we adjust to life as a family of five, and I know the big girls are relishing some extra time with him.

Time is flying by all too quickly... this little lady is two weeks old already!



Life is a wonderful thing.

Thursday, February 2, 2017

Looking Back: Advent in Our Home

Advent and Christmas have long since come and gone, but I didn't want to let some of the memories go unrecorded here in our corner of the internet.  If nothing else, I'll probably enjoy looking back on this next December and remembering some of the things we did -- so that we can make sure to do the successful ones again!

We set up our Advent calendar, and as in previous years, I put a paper slip inside each little door with the day's special activity written on it.  The girls eagerly anticipated opening each door and seeing what we would do that day in our observance of Advent and preparations for Christmas.

Beside the Advent calendar, I set up our nativity scene, which remained mostly empty in the early weeks of Advent, save for a few animals.  But I set a bowl of straw beside it, and when I noticed either girl doing something particularly kind or sacrificial for someone else, they would get to go choose a piece of straw and put it into the manger scene to prepare a soft bed for the baby Jesus.  

One simple craft that we did that ended up being very fun and successful was our star garland.  The perfect craft for preschool ages, this one spanned several days as we first painted sheets of paper with Christmas colors (a perfect activity for both Nell and Ree), later traced star shapes onto the papers (I did this) and then cut them out (Nell did this; she enjoys cutting and is getting quite precise with scissors), and finally punched holes in the stars and used a blunt needle to thread them all onto gold twine (Nell did this as well).  



After wanting to do one for a couple of years, I finally got started on our own family Jesse tree this year, making my own ornaments out of felt.  I tried to stay a day or two ahead of our daily readings so I'd have the ornaments ready to hang.  I wish I could say I finished all of them, but I did manage to make a pretty good start and get about half of them made.  Next year I'm hoping to finish and have a complete set that we can use year after year!  I was mostly pleased with how they all came out.


{Except perhaps for the fact that when I finished the one for Moses and the Ten Commandments, Nathan took a look and said, "This probably isn't a good time to tell you that all ten of the commandments were inscribed on each tablet as that was the way a covenant worked..."  Well, whoops!  I should have asked his advice ahead of time!}


We celebrated St. Nicholas Day with oranges and chocolate coins in the girls' shoes, along with choosing some generous activities of our own for the day -- I always think St. Nicholas Day is a good day in Advent to take donations to a charity or food bank, or to give the kids additional chores to earn money for a Samaritan's Purse gift, or something of that nature.



We were all too pleased to find that the purple dresses from Aunt Emily last year still fit (albeit with slightly shorter sleeves and hem lengths, to be sure!), and were again the perfect dresses for Advent attire on more than one occasion.


We walked downtown for the town Christmas tree lighting, which ended up being way less fun for me than I might have anticipated as Nathan had to work late, I was running behind getting the girls ready and loaded into the stroller, and I ended up jogging a mile in non-running shoes in cold temperatures while quite pregnant to try to make it for the initial tree lighting.  Nonetheless, the girls loved seeing it, and on the walk back home, we stopped into a downtown bakery for gingerbread men!


What's December without some snow?  We had a few light snowfalls, and enjoyed playing in even the smallest dustings of snow.



As always, plenty of our special Advent activities involved music -- this is not only {hopefully} enjoyable for the kids, but also pretty much unavoidable since both of their parents are professional musicians kept quite busy with work during December.  A highlight of the season for us is always the service of Lessons and Carols Nathan puts on at the church where he is music director.  The whole family was there: Nathan conducting, myself playing in the orchestra, Ree in the nursery... and Nell was able to sit beside Nathan this year and have a front row seat to see and hear everything!  


St. Lucia Day makes for the perfect evening to drive around and see Christmas lights, which we like to do with the girls in pajamas.  I only have this one picture, and not a good one at that, but Ree's eyes were full of wonder at the arguably garish display of lights on one particular street in our neighborhood.


Another December activity that's become a favorite of mine is making gingerbread pancakes on at least one morning in December.  We use the Martha Stewart recipe online, and they are so delicious I'm tempted to make them year round!  It's nice to have two eager little helpers in the kitchen with me.


December is such a very busy time for both Nathan and myself, and I continue to struggle with staying on top of work obligations while also creating a meaningful season for my children and attempting to keep our home not only reasonably tidy but hopefully beautiful and cozy as well.  We did manage to get most of our decorations up, although this year the outdoor lights and porch garlands didn't happen, and neither did our usual stair garland.  But the girls did enjoy putting up our outdoor Christmas village scene atop the organ.


And we got a tree up, too, of course!  The girls scampered around eagerly while Daddy put the lights up, and then they got to help hang ornaments.



Each year I finish the task by myself after the girls are in bed, hanging the highest ornaments and putting on the finishing touches -- often while enjoying a glass of wine.  I'll admit that this year I felt inexplicably stressed and discontented, saying to Nathan, "It's just not bringing me joy!"  Nonetheless, it was objectively beautiful and we did enjoy it.  I have to work to suppress a bit of cynicism (or perhaps it's the realistic despair of an overwhelmed and tired mother?) in me that whispers, "You're just going to have to put all these decorations and ornaments away again in a month or so..."  Sigh.  Christmas is a lot of work.



I tried to get a few nice pictures, and had even hoped to manage Christmas cards, but that never quite materialized.


I was, however, tempted to just use this charming photo for Christmas cards: real life at our house sometimes, to be sure!


We pulled off our annual Christmas party and really enjoyed the time with friends, which included carol singing, instrument playing, lots of food and general merriment.


Possibly one of my favorite humorous December memories was the evening of the party, as Nathan put an image of a crackling yule log on our TV via YouTube.  The girls then proceeded to watch it with such fascination!  Nell declared to Marie, "Ree, this is a movie about a fire!"  And Ree responded, "Yeah!  I yove it!"


Finally, we spent the last few days before Christmas finishing up some handmade gifts, which included lotions and lip balms, and some hand-stitched Christmas trees Nell did with yarn and burlap which we framed for family and a few friends.



Then it was Christmas Eve!  I took the girls to church while Nathan was working all day at his own church services, Nell sang "Ding Dong Merrily on High" in the little cherubim choir, and I hurried back home to tuck tired girls in bed and make cardamom bread and other foods for Christmas feasting.


In all, looking back, it was a good Advent, I think.  In reality, while I was living it, I felt overwhelmed by the chaos of my home, frustrated that I couldn't keep the house cleaner or get more done, tired and overly busy, and as I always do that time of year, a little sad that Nathan works more in December and it's harder to find time to do things all together as a family.

But then, in the midst of my frustration, I'd hear Nell saying "Purple is for preparation...!" and I'd be grateful for the reminder from my four year old that Advent is not and never will be about already being ready enough.  Thank goodness for that.

{Maybe I'll share some photos of our Christmas season here next, despite the fact that it's already February!}