I thought this Christmas would be bittersweet, wonderful for the boys but sad because my mother wasn't talking to me. I miss my Mom. If she's out there stalking, I do miss you!
It was bittersweet, not seeing my mother, I really expected some sort of Personal Contact and didn't get any; she really doesn't want to be around me. But I didn't miss the drama this year. I was pleasantly surprised at how the holiday season seemed a lot less stressful. Sure there was fun we missed out on, but we also got to just sit back and let the boys enjoy more.
1. First, I didn't sing in the choir this year, for the first time in ages. There weren't any frantic practices, nor any mad rush to get to the church early for practices or performances, or scrambling with what to do with the kids. Normally we have Chris in the nursery, and we grab him for communion and he runs amongst the choir ladies. He didn't. This year, he joined Sunday School, and I figure that means a boy should stay in the sanctuary. It's hard during sermons, but he's getting better. It's just rough to juggle Chris and Sam, who is getting less lump-like as the months progress. So, this year, we sat in the pew. I even forgot the diaper bag and it was all OK! Now of course, Eric was not going to just sit back. He directs the bell choir, and the bells played for during 5 o'clock service and the beginning of the 7 o'clock. We dropped Eric off at 5:30, came home, fed Sam and met Daddy at church to sit in the pews with him for the 7, he ran up, directed, and came right back to us. They did great! Choir normally sings for the 11 too, and we didn't have to do that. We were all home by 9 something. Madness! We weren't in bed at a reasonable hour, but the boys were, then we had much preparation for Santa.
2. No hosting. Since Chris was born we've hosted Christmas for my Mom and sis, and we didn't this year. Cooking? I didn't cook anything. Normally I make some great meal, but Christmas breakfast was honey flakey biscuits for Chris. And lunch was cookies and leftover cake. I didn't make a birthday cake for Chris, or Jesus, or anyone, as I intended, and though I was a bit disappointed in myself, it's been nice to relax. We went shopping on Chris's birthday and haven't been in a store since. Sure, we're running out of stuff, but it's refreshing to not be around the madness.
3. Taking our Time. Christmas Eve, we tried something new with the Willman Clan. a gift exchange. It was nice, went really well. The kids didn't know, they were certainly pampered! Honestly, that's what it's all about for me, enjoying the kids. I did miss being able to find Perfect Gifts for all my extended family members, but it was more fun to sit and watch the kids open and enjoy their presents without trying to open our own too. Really we were able to Take our Time This Christmas. Chris likes to open his presents and Play with them for a while before actually moving on to the next thing. He played with every toy he opened Christmas morning, AND Mommy and Sam were able to squeeze in a nap before heading to my father's.
4. We made it down to Christmas dinner with my father. We're invited every year of course, but we don't often get to make it. What a Spread! And the Spoilage, and the Pampering. I was TRAPPED on the couch by packages for the boys, and it took me so long to open for them, my toes went numb! I'm not kidding. It was quieter there too, my vocal and most argumentative grandmothers weren't able to fight with each other because one passed on to a MUCH Better Place. My other (the most sane) grandmother was in town from the Buffalo area, and there wasn't the drama. And she's really sweet and couldn't get enough of the boys. Sure it was noisy, but it was all (mostly) happy Christmas with Children insanity.
5. Video Games and Movies. Daddy got a Lego Star Wars game for his wii from the boys and I, which he loved and he was able to hop right on and play it, for a few hours! And I was able to watch It's A Wonderful Life while wrapping up on Christmas Eve. We've watched movies and played video games most every day and I think Eric is really enjoying his Christmas Vacation. It's more of a vacation to just be able to veg out, to just kick it down a notch and just hang with our boys, let the boys play with their toys. I never thought I'd be a video game girl. Eric and Chris aren't exactly good at sharing the games, but it's kind of nice to see them play together, or have Daddy teach the boy, or just have them all together doing the same thing in the same room. It's been really nice.
Chris was eager to hear The Christmas Story, and we were able to take the time to tell him, and read it, and play with the nativity (he noticed right off that Baby Jesus had been added). That was what it was all about. Really enjoying each other and our beautiful precious time together.
To top it off yesterday and today have been Jammie days. Chris threw up this morning so we cancelled our plans today, now he's fine, content to watch TV and play video games all day. Again. I don't know if I could do this for long, and I miss People, but it's been a refreshing change.
*Pictures to Follow.
You know how a while back I wrote about the Cousins in the Bond? Well last night we had a Cousins Christmas Party. 5 sets of Parents from Butler. 10 crazy kids. Yeah, they all acted just as crazy as the kids at any family reunion. But the kids were absolutely adorable. 
We had a gift exchange amongst the kids. And the kids had a great time. Chris's friend Bryn had picked out her presents All By Herself for everyone. Chris did a fair amount of picking on his own this year too. The boy can really pick cute stuff for his girlfriends, a skill he inherited from Daddy that will be very valuable in the future. ;)
Chris wanted his friend Bryn to know how happy he was with the present she picked for him too! PG Photo of course. ;)
And Sam looks like he's inherited the same sweetboy skills. He was very interested in the gift he picked out for Hailey...Still. He's cuddles with it at the store were seemingly, not enough. He really enjoyed giving it to her...and getting it back to chew on just for a brief moment. Then the jingle bells that Bryn gave him, though we thought we had something to worry about, as long as he had the pacifire in his mouth, we weren't worrying about any chipped teeth...until he so sweetly shared with his new girlfriend.
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Holy Cow, these kids are Stinky Cute!
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This is what Sheer Christmas Joy looks like. This Joy was brought about by a trip to ride The Polar Express. I could go on about details of the trip, but that is more Chris's story, as he got the most out of it. Chris loved everything about the Train.
I was surprised I Got so much out of it. When we went to the Polar Express on Saturday night, I was amazed that the Santa Clause appeared on the Train. Not only did he appear, but he Sat Down with every child, and gave them each their own special bell.
We were in the back (or front) of the car, the first people that Santa came to when he got on the car. First my niece FLIPPED OUT! She tried to bury herself into Lisa's armpit, no easy task. So Santa asked Lisa what she wanted. Lisa made a joke about a calm child, I think.
But when Santa came to us, he asked Chris what he wanted for Christmas. He told Santa point blank, A Red Car. He's been asking Santas all over town for that. He asked Eric, who joked, I want a new house.
Then Santa turned to me and asked me what I want for Christmas.
I had no answer. I could only think I've got it. I'm sitting on a train in the middle of nowhere with my my family and my two healthy boys. Last year at this time, I could only remember that Christmas when Chris was born, and was not Healthy. All I wanted last year was a healthy baby boy. I prayed and prayed for a healthy baby. And God gave me that. Not only did He give me a healthy Sam, but he threw in a much healthier and growing Chris too!
I could only look at the boys, and be speechless (I know Rare right?!). My sister quipped that I'd like Daughter. Sure I would. I've always said, I'd be much better with a daughter than a son, but God laughs and gives me sons. On the other hand, look at these amazing sons I have. I don't have to have any more kids and I'd be perfectly happy.
I sat there looking at Santa pondering, what do I want for Christmas? I have it. I don't need anything. My boys are healthy. They are happy. All I want for Christmas is their happiness, and I was having it.
I pondered, Golly Santa, what do I want? I'm so Blessed that if I really NEED something, I can go to the store and get it. I'm so Blessed I can GIVE others what they want. But I am really having trouble with What do I want?
I felt like Dumbledore thinking all I want was a bag of white socks with no ankles. I briefly toyed with wanting to fix things with my mother, but honestly I don't think I want that either. I don't think I want to fix things with someone who can't stand to be in the same room with me.
I came away from the whole experience Teary. I couldn't remember the last time Santa had asked me what I wanted. Maybe I was 8 or 10, so like 25 years ago. Yipes. Now, I've been asked, what do I want. My family wants me to give them suggestions. I'm terrible at making lists of what I want. This year my list was of what the Boys would want/need. Because what I want most is my boys to have their heart's desires. I want my boys' to be happy and when their family and friends shower them with their love and make an effort to give them their time, well that's what I want. I want that for them.
I want them to be so surrounded by Love that they don't miss what's missing. But after this weekend, just visiting with friends and extended family, they are getting that.
So even though I couldn't articulate the words, Thanks Santa for giving me what I wanted for Christmas.
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Also known as the Saturday 16 ;)
Last weekend, we found ourselves with little to do on a Saturday morning before the holidays. We opted to go to the Children's Museum to take the boys to see Santa. We were there when they opened, and among the first in line, so for those of you just interested in seeing some of the boys seeing Santa, here you go. 
However, the Children's Museum at Christmastime is SO Much more than just visiting Santa. The boys were festive the minute we rolled through the door, as was the entire Museum. I love that place!
We just got back from Disney World, where Chris got to become familiar with meeting lots of Characters. And when he saw the Children's Museum mascot, Rex, Chris couldn't wait to go give him a hug! It was very sweet. 
As soon as we got in, we realized that it was an hour to see Santa, so we rode the Yule Slide. Sam was very excited to wait in line (he's getting good at it) for the slide and just to be surrounded with such joy. 
Chris was FINALLY tall enough to ride down all by himself. And Sam was allowed to ride down with us. It was a Race! We tied! 
They had a little area for babies, much like the BabyScape, where the Sam could play a bit and not get tackled by older kids. Sam found great joy in a stuffed penguin. 
Wow Wow Winter Wubzies!
Chris was tiny enough that he could get into the baby area, but he didn't want to stay. He's been into cookie making lately, so he Had to go into Santa's kitchen and make few cookies. 
Then we Waited for Santa. We waited. It wasn't too bad of a line, but Sam started getting fussy. That was the beginning of the meltdown. Sam was NOT a Fan of Santa. (Which I find odd since he loved all the Disney characters.) And even less of a fan of Mommy stepping away so a Picture could be taken. It was a good thing we didn't pay for the fancy package, and just took our own pictures. 
Then Chris did a little "ice fishing". Although he often cheated and put the fish on the hook, then pretended to catch it. 
A new addition was a Sock Skating pond. Chris took his socks off, and ran back and forth to "Skate". There were a lot of kids, and I was just happy he didn't get knocked down. 
Then they kicked it up a notch by starting a "Snowball Fight". It was actually really adorable. They had the kids on the 'ice skating pond' put their shoes back on, and they tossed out a bunch of puffed snowballs. Very lightweight, and all Fluff. Couldn't hurt anyone...yeah! 
Of course, with a sport like indoor snowball fighting, one must have a Referee. Chris only wanted to toss his snowballs at her. Smart really. He's learned we don't throw things at other kids, and the Ref WANTED snowballs thrown at her, so he did. He kept wanting to put them into the basket, very handy during clean up time. But once he realized that they were done, oh we had a serious Meltdown on our hands. 
We left the snowball arena and went to ride the Carousel. Here's my boys, getting ready for the ride.
It was Baby's First Carousel Ride. (sniff)
We hadn't been with Daddy in Ages, and he wanted to stop and see the Star Wars Clone Wars exhibit. So we HAD to go check it out. The boys really enjoyed it...and I mean all 3. 
Check out my son doing his best Yoda impression. Cracks me up. 
On that note, we surrendured for the day. And on that note I wish you many festive tidings, from Santa and Yoda.
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