The Middles

This past Sunday, I had the privilege of taking these two to a special Christmas concert. My parents and their friend, Herman, joined us. Ryan sang all the way home ;) The music was very sophisticated for my boys, although all songs they knew. I asked if they enjoyed it and Ryan said, "next year can our whole family go?" It's funny because I worry so much about them getting the attention they need. In my mind, I assumed they would relish this special one-on-one time. This glimpse into his heart was encouraging to me.

Little Imp

I have been wanting to write a post about Avery for a couple of weeks, and I the words won't come and least not "nice" ones. Things are hard right now. She is an emotional roller coaster. And I am tired in a lot ways.

I thought this was the perfect picture to represent her and how I am feeling these days. On the left is how she "colors" on the right, Ryan. She is high energy all day long and rarely leaves my side. When I am around, no one else can help her, at least not without a fight and a meltdown.

 

Oddly, during these rough few weeks, she is growing by leaps and bounds in other areas. I can't help but wonder if her brain is just working in overtime and the result is anger, sadness and frustration.

Last Friday, I sat down and played. This really doesn't happen enough, and I know that has consequences too. We had fun together and I am grateful.

On a sweeter note, our girl is talking a lot. Her vocabulary is incredible. If Ryan would stop talking for more than a minute at a time, we'd hear even more ;) She isn't just talking, she is singing! All the songs we've been singing before we put her to bed for the past year, she now sings along. And she always requests "Jesus Loves Me."
So while I am tempted to despair, especially between the hours of 4pm and 6pm, God is allowing me to see the good with the bad and I am clinging to it.

Sittin Pretty

Our tree is all decked out in it's preschool-ornament glory. I may have rearranged some. ONE branch on an artificial tree can hold A LOT of ornaments ;)

These days are SO SO busy. I am really trying to not add anything extra but with 6 schedules it kinda just happens. I am MAKING time for advent reading for myself and it's really the only thing keeping me sane.
Every year when we decorate for Christmas, I am struck by the illusion it creates. In photos or through windows everything looks pretty and festive. In reality, my basement has exploded with empty boxes and tree needles, glitter litters the floors and the train comes off the track 100 times a day. My heart is not much neater and my brain is a traffic jam of to-do lists and "fun" aspirations for the season.
Thankfully God is reminding me over and over again that HE came for me and my messes. He entered this sinful world as a baby to redeem His children because He loves us. That is the real beauty of Christmas. I don't have to recreate the beauty for me or my kids. He has done the work.

Christmas Tree Drama

Remember how we decided to get an artificial tree this year, after avoiding it for years, despite miserable allergies the whole time it was in the house? Well, I set it up last week, only to discover that the top two sections didn't attach well and was too wobbly with 4 kids in the house. After talking to the customer service rep it was apparent it needed to be returned. That was decided after I set the entire thing up, hoping that it was a user's error. Not fun, taking down the tree and returning it to the store, especially when they were now sold out.

Well, Sunday we rushed out after a basketball game to another part of town to a different store to purchase 1 of 4 left in the area. Phew. We like this tree so much better.

We haven't been ALL be together long enough to decorate it. At least the lights look pretty. Thurs will be our first evening all together after dinner. Fingers crossed ;)
So far, I like having an artificial tree and my sinus' love it.

Shiner

Leave it to the daughter to be our first true black eye. Ouch!

Morning after she collided with our brick hearth.

I got 15 mins of ice on it the first night, this lasted about 5 seconds.

 

Second morning. It just gets prettier and prettier, poor thing. Her eye is barely open.

I knew she was a tough cookie, but I didn't realize it was skin deep. No stitches is a miracle.