Monday, December 29, 2014
Have you ever watched little kids do a gift exchange in which they can steal something someone else has already opened? It always ends in tears. Always.
Abe didn't get to keep the quilt because someone stole it from him. I really wanted to cry.
Today I helped organize and execute my first funeral luncheon as Relief Society president. It was remarkably easy to do considering the wonderful women I work with and the women who stepped right up to bring food with very little notice. The luncheon went very well and was very nice for the family of the older gentleman in our ward who passed away.
Abe and I went to see Unbroken this evening and what there was, was well done. However, I felt that in the book, when Louie left the Japanese camps at the end of the war, he was kind of broken. I mean, he was alive, but he was angry and had major PTSD. It wasn't until he was healed through Christ and forgave those who had hurt him that he was unbroken. Also, the movie was full of so many true, but really horrible events. I needed more of the forgiveness and redemption at the end to make all the awful parts worthwhile. A few words on the screen at the end were not enough to bring up out of the depths of the sadness of the previous two hours. It made me want to read the book again, or at least the last 1/3.
But there was one game we didn't stand a chance. We were decimated over and over again. It was quite humbling.
They've had their Nerf laser guns since this summer. We just got ours for Christmas. They schooled us pretty bad.These guns have been so much fun for the whole family. I would like to strongly encourage everyone I know to buy them-- then we can have a big huge battle for my birthday this summer. Doesn't that sound fun? You can do indoor or outdoor setting, team or solo battles, 10 lives or 25 lives. They are a bit pricey, but just think-- you never have to buy Nerf bullets for them! But you do have to buy batteries.
Not really even close.
Thursday, December 25, 2014
Elinor had a thinking girl's Christmas-- books galore, a chemistry set, Mad Libs, and a Grow a Frog kit. Love this girl!
Kind of a funny story about this shirt I bought for Faith. It was on sale at Kohls.com and I thought it said, "Crazy like a fox". When it arrived I realized it said, "Cray like a fox".
WHAT? How could they misspell a word on all these shirts? No wonder they were on sale. I would have returned it except the customer service line was too long last week. Fortunately, I asked my younger, hipper sister-in-law Katie what the deal was. She kindly explained to my older, lamer self that "Cray" was the new, slang way of saying crazy.
For real? Oh, okay. I feel dumb. I guess we'll keep the shirt. Fay-Fay is now cray-cray!
Sweet Pete got a new bouncy chair, pacifiers, shoes, onesies, and a teething toy from Abe.
Sometimes I think Abe is just a grandpa stuck in a younger man's body. He wanted bow ties and handkerchiefs for Christmas. He's so cute!
Bethany sewed me this makeup bag.
A couple months back Abe brought me home a lip balm from a fellow vendor at a show. It was the perfect lip balm, with just the right amount of gloss and non-offensive flavor. He was so sweet to track down the vendor and get a large supply so I won't run out for a long time to come. That's love. You know what else is love? He gave me a gift card to Barnes and Noble with a note attached that said he would come with me and slowly walk around with me while holding Peter so I could take in the sights and smells of the bookstore I love so much. And I was to use the money on something for me and not school things for the kids. He knows me so well!
A tin of English biscuits (cookies) from The London Market downtown.
THE picture of Christmas morning. I like to call it "The Agony and the Ectasy". The joy when Cannon receives walkie-talkies. The agony when George is overcome with envy before he understands that walkie-talkies are only good when you share them.
A family gift of Nerf laser guns. These were a popular item today. I hear they eat batteries for lunch, but they work great!
Grandpa and George tested them out this afternoon.
Grandpa showed no mercy with all his tactical military training.
Cannon was a pretty good pilot of his remote control helicopter.
She wanted a music box/jewelry box.
Oh, I'm sorry, Beth. Would you like us to let you be alone with your shoe? They were Clark's gift to her.
Here is something I'm pretty excited about-- new duvets for all the kids' beds. How warm and snuggly! No more ratty, falling-apart mismatched blankets. You would have thought they would have lured the children to their beds before 11 pm tonight! No such luck. They kept saying, "But it's Christmas!"
The girls tested out the new sleds. We're big believers in cheap plastic sleds. Well, truthfully, we've never had really nice sleds, so I suppose those could be better. I should say we are contented with our cheap plastic sleds:)
This was a very special moment of the day-- when Cannon opened up his very own set of scriptures. In the past we've given scriptures to our newly turned eight year-olds. But when you read fluently at six, you must have scriptures to read! When you're six it's hard for scriptures to compete with remote controlled anything, but I think he appreciated them nontheless.
Abe made his traditional British fried breakfast-- only this year he waited until about 1:00 pm to make it. And he wore his bow tie all day.
Will the children someday regret the lovely expressions they pull in pictures? I hope so.
Speaking of pulling faces and the pot calling the kettle black, most of my people got me gummy bears (my favorite treat) for Christmas. I'd really like to tell you more about Clark's gift, but he threatened if I did, then the gift would become null and void. Oh shoot! I've said too much already.
It's been a very mild, dry December so to wake up to a white Christmas was a treat indeed.
Except that arrows can very easily be misplaced when shot into snow. Maybe it will turn up next spring.
We didn't get far with the sewing machine this evening, but we did figure out how to sew a straight line. I'm hoping that Bethany can pass on her sewing knowledge to Faith.
I'd like to say the day wasn't as extravagantly obscene as it appears in this picture. But I'm afraid that's not true. We lived it up. We were in fat city. It was over the top. We killed the fatted calf.
Or maybe nine people in a smallish room on Christmas morning just looks like a tornado struck. Either way, it was a wonderful culmination to a beautiful Christmas season. Merry Christmas to all!
While growing up my parents were very traditional in our family's Christmas Eve celebration. We don't do everything exactly how they did, but it did make for magical Christmas memories, so we've tried to follow suit.
Peter was baby Jesus. It was his one and only chance in life to be baby Jesus and I'm sorry to say it, but he did a terrible job. He would not hold still and fussed a lot. I understand the actual baby Jesus probably squirmed and cried as well, but it just wasn't working for me last night.
That's an image I'd like to remember in my old age.
The big kids get cold, hard cash from the Grandparents. Everybody is happy.
Nice photo bomb Clark. And you say you don't want to be in pictures. I'm not buying it.