Where to start? It's been a busy month, but I'm hoping that most of the hustle and bustle is over so we can enjoy the next month of holiday-ness!
Brevan was the only kid at school to get a perfect score on his math test a couple weeks ago, and Lindsey won the "Star Student" award last month. Brynlie got sick at school a couple days before Thanksgiving, so I got to pick her up and have a jammie day with her. We watched lots of movies while wrapping ourselves in warm blankets. She was that perfect amount of sick (I sound evil here, being excited for my child to be sick), where she didn't feel well enough to be at school, but wasn't sick enough to worry me much. The older my kids get, the more I appreciate those rare times where they actually acknowledge that they need me.
I spent oodles (is that a real word?) of time making photo books for my kids. I make them each a book they can keep that shows pictures of them throughout the last year. It always sounds so fun until I get going and realize that it's going to take much more time than originally planned on. Especially since our computer crashed in May, so it was a real pain to try to retrieve all the old pictures. Hopefully my kids will appreciate those books someday.
All the Christmas decorations were put up the weekend before Thanksgiving! I get so excited to have the house look festive, and in my opinion Thanksgiving is just a big kick-off dinner for Christmas! We had quite an eventful Thanksgiving at our house. A couple hours after Ryan and Brevan left to play in a Turkey Bowl, Ryan called me from the emergency room at Liberty Hospital. He had been playing quarterback and didn't understand why he couldn't catch the ball anymore. He took of his glove and his middle finger fell BACKWARD. After x-rays, it was determined that he had broken the finger and torn the ligaments. They set the bones back in place and put a manly-looking brace on his hand. He made it home in time for the big meal, and is still insisting that his old man hips and knees hurt much more than the broken finger after playing a game of football!
We had the Simmons, the local elders and the Watkins over for Thanksgiving dinner. The food was delicious and the company was even better. A wild game of Apples to Apples was played until the poor 12-year-old neighbor girl suddenly announced she didn't feel well so she walked into the family room where she proceeded to puke all over our white carpet. After having just eaten half a blueberry pie. The poor girl was mortified and I've made Brevan swear on his future firstborn child that he will not go to school and tell anyone about the incident. The carpet was cleaned the next day, but still has a purple-ish hue, so new carpet may be in the near future. Maybe someday that sweet girl and her mother (who is equally humiliated) will find the whole event as comical as I do!
All the Christmas shopping is done! That includes all extended family, friends and co-workers. I'm proud of myself for *mostly* sticking to a budget this year. I think gift-giving is so fun that I never like to give myself a limit, but I did my best this year! Now hopefully I won't fall completely off my budget bandwagon when I see the deals in the next month.
Did all my kids smell so delicious when they were 4 years old? My Logan is camped out on my lap, and I can't stop smelling him and giving him slobbery kisses. He's going through a very shy stage, where he has to whisper everything in our ears all day. It would get annoying if he wasn't always making us laugh with the silly things he says! After I finished typing that last sentence, he whispered, "Mommy, I love you 100 and 100 and 100!" Please don't ever let him grow up and become a stinky, ornery teenager.
Will my girls ever get comfortable with their personality differences and stop arguing? They have become masters at mumbling snide comments to each other in passing. I often make them face each other and repeat these words (while they mumble the extra comments): "I love you, my favorite sister in the whole wide world [even though you are my only sister, so you are also the worst]. I'm sorry I yell at you and treat you like dirt [even though you deserve it because you drive me crazy]. I will not argue with you for the rest of the day [unless you do something really stupid again]. If I start to argue again, Mom has the right to sing "Love at Home" as loudly as possible." And then I do, because nothing stops my kids arguments faster than me screaming "TIME DOES SOFTLY SWEETLY GLIDE, WHEN THERE'S LOVE AT HOME!!" It makes them bond in their annoyance with me, and I figure at least they're bonding, right?
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