There is such joy in having a four year old, especially during the Christmas season. I love the wonder and the joy that shines from Paige's face.
Christmas morning was my favorite morning of this last year. Paige came straight into our room and patiently waited for us to wake up (we were awake however for the last hour, just laying there waiting for the kids). We asked her if Santa had come, and she went running into the living room to find out. The first sound that we heard was a little gasp and then the pattering of feet.
She came right back into our room and said, "Santa brought me 2 BIG presents!" Santa of course did not bring her 2 big presents, but rather than tell her that, we asked her if Elizabeth was awake. Again there is a pattering of feet, and then Paige telling Elizabeth, "Santa came! Santa came! Get up! Get up! It is CHRISTMAS!" What kind of toddler would/could sleep through that kind of noise. Then there are two girls, heading toward the living room. By the time we get out there they can't take their eyes off of their treasures under the tree.
What a morning, we took our time from there. It was fun, the Christmas Story, the stockings, then one at a time the gifts.
We took the time to let them play with each of their toys, before we got dressed and headed out to Sweet Home for Christmas with Andrew's family. It was such a joyous day, relaxing and fun. The only thing that could have been better was that there was no nap time, so when it was time to leave... they were ready for bed too! (I guess that is not really a bad thing)
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Sweet Freedom from House Guests
I feel relieved, we finally finished our business with the woman that was staying with us. With one signature (that I kept putting off getting), it is really all over. I can screen my calls and know that there is no reason for her to be calling me. I have no reason to go out of my way to get things done for her. Sweet relief! Part of me feels bad that I feel this relieved, but I was so down when I had to deal with her. I am just pleased that it is really over now and that I am going to be paid for every minute that I had to watch her son. It is over.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
My Suprise Christmas Gift
My Sunday school class had a Christmas party, where the game was a white elephant gift exchange. We decided to have a true white elephant gift exchange, so all the gifts had to be something from your house. We had a hard time finding things that we thought that the class would enjoy, as we are one of the younger ones in the class.
I saw someone carry in a large flat gift and I knew instantly that was the gift I wanted to open. We drew our numbers and I was number 11 and Andrew ended up as 16 (the last number). Sure enough I opened the gift only to find the one thing I wasn't really expecting, a piece of art that was more than just a no name piece of junk, a Thomas Kinkade print. Not just a small print but a matted and framed 20" by 30" image.
My heart stopped and I found myself not believing that someone brought this cool of a thing to a white elephant party.
But sure enough they did, and the numbers just kept passing with no one even taking a look at the framed wonder sitting right at my feet. Before I knew it, we were at 15 and finally someone remembered that I had this cool thing and stole it. He wanted to use the frame ( I don't think that he knew what it was). Luckily, I chose to steal something that was taken from me that turn. I ended up stealing my picture back in the same turn. Only one steal left and it would be there's.
Andrew was next so I had him kill the present by stealing it from me, and with that it was ours. Oh, the joy... I wanted to celebrate. But instead, I had to sit nicely and help Andrew get a good prize too. Then as soon as it was over I wanted to jet off and hang up my first and probably only Kinkade print of my life. But for social reasons, I had to stay and chat.
I have never left a party with such a joy. It just goes to show that what is one mans junk in the attic is another person's treasure. I don't in any way think that this woman thought of this as junk.
I still have to hang it, but I am going to do that tomorrow. We need a stud finder, can't let this just fall of the wall!
I saw someone carry in a large flat gift and I knew instantly that was the gift I wanted to open. We drew our numbers and I was number 11 and Andrew ended up as 16 (the last number). Sure enough I opened the gift only to find the one thing I wasn't really expecting, a piece of art that was more than just a no name piece of junk, a Thomas Kinkade print. Not just a small print but a matted and framed 20" by 30" image.
My heart stopped and I found myself not believing that someone brought this cool of a thing to a white elephant party.
But sure enough they did, and the numbers just kept passing with no one even taking a look at the framed wonder sitting right at my feet. Before I knew it, we were at 15 and finally someone remembered that I had this cool thing and stole it. He wanted to use the frame ( I don't think that he knew what it was). Luckily, I chose to steal something that was taken from me that turn. I ended up stealing my picture back in the same turn. Only one steal left and it would be there's.
Andrew was next so I had him kill the present by stealing it from me, and with that it was ours. Oh, the joy... I wanted to celebrate. But instead, I had to sit nicely and help Andrew get a good prize too. Then as soon as it was over I wanted to jet off and hang up my first and probably only Kinkade print of my life. But for social reasons, I had to stay and chat.
I have never left a party with such a joy. It just goes to show that what is one mans junk in the attic is another person's treasure. I don't in any way think that this woman thought of this as junk.
I still have to hang it, but I am going to do that tomorrow. We need a stud finder, can't let this just fall of the wall!
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