Before Christmas we have new life.
The chickens--well, at least one or two--started laying again the very day of the winter solstice. Their laying is tied to the daylight hours, but that's pretty spot-on for the resumption of eggs.
And this little lady arrived exactly one week before Christmas.
I didn't get a lot of pictures of Christmas Day this year. The oldest kid was sick, and we had a Christmas morning Mass this year instead of our typical Christmas Eve service, so we waited until we got home at 9 a.m. to open most of our gifts.
By the time we got home, we were all in search of warmth, since the heat in our church hasn't been working for the past couple of weeks. I brought our space heater and a basket of lap blankets to share with anyone who needed one, and we all wore long underwear, but it was still only about 48 degrees inside the church.
The sun made it look deceptively warm, but I assure you, it was not. At all.
The younger ones did get to open their gifts to each other and their stockings before we left for church, though.
Poppy had sewed a stocking for her American Girl doll, Charlotte, and made sure there was something in it for each of her dolls. I didn't know she had done this until she had hauled them all out and started handing out their gifts.
Girls, man. They're built different for sure.
This photo looks like a crime scene, but it was very cute in real life.
Charlotte in her new outfit, and Poppy in her new slippers.
Two days after that, it was time to celebrate again. This time, my birthday. The celebrations started with what is apparently now a traditional 5K run.
Speedy purple shoes ready to go.
This year, I ran it in 34 minutes and 31 seconds, which is my fastest time yet.
I did make my own birthday dinner, because I prefer to do that, but someone else made the brownies for my brownie ice cream sundaes.
And there was salted caramel sauce left from the cheesecake bars, just to complete the deliciousness.
And then yesterday, more celebrating, as we drove 100 miles to a swimming pool for Poppy's friend's birthday party.
I prefer to stay fully clothed at pools and function more as a lifeguard.
We still have another week of our Christmas break left, so there's time for more celebrating! Next up: health wealth, and happiness in the New Year.
There you have it! My (celebratory) life, snapshotted.
7 comments:
Happy belated Birthday! Congrats on your fastest running time for the 5k.
Linda
Many happy returns of the day!
The church is still beautiful- too bad it was so cold. Hopefully he kept the sermon short!
Even more belatedly - happy birthday!
I had to laugh at your comment about girls. Like you, I had 3 boys and a younger girl. When the boys were early teens, they were in the yard on the trampoline with boxing gloves doing what boys do. The daughter and her friend were having a tea party/baby shower for a pregnant cat. I made the comment that boys should be more like girls (less blood and bruises), only to,look out later and see daughter with boxing gloves on, taking on a boy twice her size (he was very gentle!). Older brothers definitely make a girl tough!
This whole post made me smile like the Cheshire Cat. I so enjoy your family stories!
I had three girls then a boy. I thought they weren't so different, until my son turned 18 months. It was like a rocket went off. I spent the next 6 months chasing him down. So, yep, boys and girls can be so different!
Y’all get a bunch of gold stars in the big book on high for that church stay. Bet the priest wasn’t loving it as well, although the vestments are ok warm, although I’m obviously just guessing on that statement.
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