Sunday, January 1, 2012
As we gather together this holiday season may our hearts be grateful, our mugs be full, and our pants be stretchy!
Disclaimer: It's a long one. But for the past couple weeks we were busily enchanted with a birthday celebration, family gatherings, Santa's visit, playtime with friends, and a great big airplane ride to Kansas.
In the week leading up to Christmas we celebrated Joe's big 4-0...lordy, lordy Joe is forty!!! Our trip to San Francisco in October was anniversary, birthday, and Christmas all wrapped up in one, but there was no escaping an acknowledgement of the special day. There wasn't much fan fare but we did enjoy dinner with friends, their kids, and our parents. And passed on to Joe were Depends, a cane, and extra large party hats letting everyone know that the big guy was now over the hill.
Let me brag on the birthday boy a little...he's an active, hands-on dad; a considerate, supportive, and caring husband; and a motivated, do-it-yourself, figure out anything hard worker. No doubt we drive each other crazy sometimes, but there's no one else I'd rather walk this road with. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JOE!!!
We kicked off Christmas weekend with a play date at the Youngs' house. Mission: to create 14 hand painted place mats with the help of three toddlers (and a curious dog that looked on too).
Garrett topped the day off with a flight over his handlebars and a 'look-ma-no-hands!' face plant on the pavement. Minus a lot of blood, he was perfectly ok thanks to an orange popsicle.
Then came Christmas Eve and for the past six years we've enjoyed fondue dinner at my in-laws' house. I'm pretty lucky that everyone gets along because instead of running from house to house we can enjoy the evening together. The wine flowed, the boys entertained, and the eating was delectable.
After we were all snuggled in our beds Santa worked his magic and left the boys their first tool bench, among other toys, books, and Hokie gear on Christmas morning. In no time they'll be helping Joe in the garage. Will that mean a quiet house for me? Time to slip out and get a pedicure? Ok! Build away, boys. Build away.
It was then off to Oma and Opa's for breakfast (French Toast Souffle & Hot Curried Fruit - yum!) and more wrapped surprises...a Keurig coffee maker, a play kitchen, handsome clothes, running attire, toy trucks, and more...THANK YOU, Joe and Karin!
That afternoon we spent time at Nana and Pops' house with Great Grandma and Grandpa, Uncle Brandon and Aunt Lindsay, and Oma and Opa too. My dad (with mom's help too!) indulged us with beef tenderloin, red pepper risotto, garlic sauteed brussel sprouts, salad, cranberry sauce, and pumpkin pie....ooooh mouth watering. Even though we agreed not to exchanage gifts this year, there were still plenty to open...not sure how that happened. No complaints, though. Who doesn't need Thomas the Train and the Dinosaur Train books that play their own music, dump trucks that roll with the push of a button, some cute accessories, pre-recorded narrated stories from the great grandparents, a new Dustbuster, and a cookbook of family recipes (thank you, Aunt Kris!)?
The REAL BIG gift, however, was the purchase of four roundtrip airplane tickets to Kansas to see my two of my dad's sisters, Carol and Dottie, and my dad's mom, whom the boys have never met. Of course Uncle Chris was there too and he pleasantly tolerated the Watson tornado for five long days. 4 adults that included 1 super anxious mommy, 2 toddlers, a lot of bags, and 2 airplane rides to the mid west.
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