The Christmas spirit was alive and well in our house this year. As I said in a
previous post, we started the season with a fun night at Wildlights at the zoo.
After that, I tried to so something a
little Christmas-y every day. We put up
our tree and a few decorations. We watched
Christmas movies and classic Christmas TV shows, and read Christmas books. We made snowflakes and hung them in Evie’s
room and put Christmas clings on all of the windows. We sang Christmas carols in car, in the
bathtub and at bedtime. We made a
gingerbread house. We wrapped shopped,
wrapped Christmas gifts and went to lots of Christmas parties.
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We made snowman Christmas cookies one night. The break-n-bake kind because I thought they’d be easier. But generally, nothing is easier with my kids. :) Evie took 9,000 years to actually put the cookies on the sheet, then Mitch wanted to help, Evie freaked out because he messed up her line of cookies and then I caught her trying to lick one. I told her that she couldn’t do that and she stuck her tongue out at me. I told her that if Punky the Elf saw that, he would report her to Santa and she may end up on the Naughty List. She got upset and said (this is a direct quote) “Everyone else is nice. But you ruined my Christmas”. OMG. What is she going to be like as a teenager if she like this now?! While the cookies baked, we decided to write help Evie write her Christmas list. Step 1 – Evie looks through the Toys R Us catalog and circles what she wants. After about 10 minutes of circling every item on every page, I reminded her that Santa was only going to bring her a few toys. At this point, the timer for the cookies dinged and, with that, it was like a switch was flipped in the kids. They went nuts. Jumping, dancing, laughing, screaming. Mitch started spinning around in circles. Then he climbed on Pat’s back and threw up. UGH. What a way to end the night. Needless to say we didn’t finish this list that night. Evie was so excited when I suggested that she bring a few cookies to share with her friends at Titi’s house the next day.
We made the trip
to see Santa at the Worthington Mall.
Evie was acting shy, but did talk to Santa a little. Mitch waltzed right
up, gave Santa a high five and then said “I pooped”. I was mortified. Santa just chuckled. No picture was taken. Geez! For
the record, his diaper was clean and dry.
We attempted to get a Christmas picture, but the results were less that
desirable. I’m thinking of changing
Mitch’s name to “The Blur” because that’s about all he is my pictures these
days. The child never stops moving!
We did our best
to make this Christmas season a special one for our kids.
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