Today was one of those crazy Sundays that you bear with a smile and can't wait to end. Church went fairly well for the most part, but Mr. H has become SUPER independent lately and doesn't understand the word "walk". He bolts from point A to point B and refuses to hold a hand or have you hold onto any part of him or his jacket. Sometimes he's good about the holding hands thing, but after church he was so quick that he was almost out the door without a jacket! Instead of arguing with him about the jacket thing, I ended up wrestling him into it and having Mr. Stannix wrangle him out to the car for me. Mike had to stay and do some things for his calling, and I got to listen to Hyrum scream all the way home, and for another half an hour after we got home. "I want out!" "I'm not coming!" "I'm staying outside!" "I don't want to take my jacket off!" "I wanted a cracker!" The thing that makes me the most crazy is when I ask him something like, "Hey, wanna come help me stir the soup?" and he gets this glimmer of mischief in his eye while he complains and whines and screams "No!". It's not until after I toss the whisk in the sink and divvy up the soup that he wants to stir it. Or when there's only three crackers left and I ask him five times if he'd like a cracker. It's not until after I eat the very last cracker that he decides he actually wants one. Bah! He didn't end up eating any lunch, instead he and I snuggled up on the couch and fell asleep. At least it was a happy ending.
I was telling my friend the other day how I just wasn't feeling the Christmas Spirit yet. I've just been so busy with the kids that I haven't taken time to feel it and teach them. The First Presidency Christmas Devotional always seems to kick off the Christmas season for me, along with a book of stories counting down to Christmas that my Mom gave us our first year together. That book was lost for a year or two, but when I found it amidst packing in June, I made sure to stuff it in with our Christmas box so that it wouldn't get lost again. We read our first story last night. There is something about reading those stories out loud that always makes me tear up. I had to pass it off to Mike to finish up, and even HE had a hard time making it through. Anyways, we finished off our afternoon by setting up the tree with the littles.
Still the same little old tree that I had growing up! Next year when we are actually home for Christmas we will probably get a real tree.
Joseph was so intrigued by the whole ordeal.
But his favorite part was definitely the lights!
Once we got Cj out of her Grinchy mood, she enjoyed helping Daddy. Our tree is very "full" this year thanks to her awesome decorating!
Hyrum just played pretend with the Nativity pieces, making boyish sound effects and all that good stuff. I was mostly just glad he was happy. And his socks were totally festive too!
Camilla pushed the chair over all by herself so that she could put the tiny ornaments up high so Joe wouldn't choke. She also requested to help put on the star this year!
I still got some snuggles in with Joe. Hard to believe he was only a month old at this time last year! Time goes by way to fast!
And Daddy requested a cute little shot with his little men. Do they ever look alike! I sure am grateful for the Christmas Season and the joy it brings. I am also super grateful for a husband who gets so excited about Christmas each year and helps bring a great spirit into our home. I am blessed.
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