We started Christmas properly.
Bed jumping. Pajamas. Baking. Mess making.
And as always with babies, comes plenty of opportunity for flexibility muscles to be exercised and the much welcomed embrace of change in plans.
A few days before Christmas I had Tetris-packed the car, loaded sippies, laid out clothes alongside freshly washed lovies and blankets.
A few minutes before our scheduled departure to drive to my mom's house, Sophie started throwing up. And then Bella started throwing up.
And I had sympathy dry heaving.
Nice Clark, real nice.
She blesses me so.
Preferably making memories over Eggnog. My friend Christy shared this easy recipe with me, 3 parts equal of Eggnog, Sprite, and vanilla ice cream. It's wonderful.
recipe and it didn't disappoint.
How I love her. She loved her first Christmas, we scooted sister right into the kitchen while her sisters baked and decorated. She cackled and cooed while she watched.
And I tried not to eat her.
Traditions of decorating sugar cookies, prepping cinnamon rolls for Christmas morning, going to church, and opening Christmas pajamas. Finishing up the season of Advent, reading the Christmas story, and leaving out milk and cookies for Santa, he's back on the "Mama he's real" list of importances.
recipe in particular. I'll say I ventured off the map a little and added more butter and used dark brown sugar. Good groceries these morsels were fabulous.
P.S. Since the fish were given as gifts, I changed their water and accidentally killed all of them. Oh good grief.
And then the whole caved in and my kids cried.
He's the berries.
A Christmas commencement to a beautiful holiday together.
Today I finally got out of my pajamas. The hubs returned to work.
They have asked to play with friends, stay in their jammies.
They have sweetly whispered requests for waffles, with syrup.
The pace will soon pick back up soon.
But not just yet.