Christmas 2013

I seriously took only one picture. ONE. I feel justified in my failure only because we recorded pretty much the whole thing. Here is the picture:

A picture on the stairs before we could go see what Santa brought was mandatory growing up so it is now mandatory in our household. 

This year we did something a little bit different, the kids wrote a letter to Santa saying that they would like to give presents to someone in need instead of getting presents from him. So he wrote a letter back and included wish lists from some kids in need. They were mostly happy to be doing this. Some days they were really excited about it and some days they were sad that Santa wasn't coming (he still came and filled their stockings). In the end they didn't get to be a part of picking out presents as much as I would have liked, mostly I did it all by myself. But I felt like this was a nice way to move away from Santa Claus and focus more on the Savior and making Christmas a time of giving. Sometimes to really feel the spirit of giving you have to feel a sacrifice as well. Jeff and I decided to keep our gifts to each other really inexpensive, for the first time. It was really fun to give thoughtful, but cheap things. Oh I forgot. Jeff did surprise me with perfume. I have been wanting him to pick out perfume for me so I knew it would be something he'd like too. Anyway he went the the mall one day and I knew what he was doing because he smelled really strongly of perfume when he came home. In the end he said he only liked one, and it was actually one I had told him I liked a long time ago. He told me I could have made it easier for him and told him that before he went and smelled a hundred different perfumes. 

The kids picked out presents for each other and I am beginning to think that they know each other better than I know them. They each picked out thoughtful, really fitting gifts. Speaking of gifts, the present I ordered for Callum from Amazon still hasn't gotten here. I emailed the seller today and hope to be able to figure out where it went. Really. I ordered it November 17th. Oh well. Luckily he wasn't old enough to know he was one present short. Or care for that matter. I had to bribe him with candy to get him to open his presents. Until he sort of hit this point where he thought it was cool and started tearing open everyone's presents towards the end. 

On Christmas day we made plans to go sledding with some friends to the best sledding hill in Madison. It was seriously huge. And. super. fast. I. mean. really. fast. The girls were so brave. We started in the middle of the hill and by the next run they wanted to go up to the top. I went down with our friends daughter and I would have screamed if I didn't have to save face in front of a four year old. We were spinning and going backwards and throwing snow up into our faces. It was kind of scary. It got scarier though when some older lady totally got taken out by a sled. She wasn't paying attention and a sled ran into her. That was only the first one. While we were there two more people got knocked over. Our friend's little boy and a mom with her four year old. The boy was fine but the mom got a tooth knocked out. That's when we called it quits, before any of us got hurt. We had to go anyway because we were having dinner with some friends and we were running really late. Like we needed to be there in 30 minutes and we still had to get home, get changed and make dessert. I had done prep for the dessert so we got it thrown together and I got my makeup and hair done while we left the kids in the garage buckled in playing their leapsters. On our way to our friend's house Lauren said that I had gotten ready really fast. I told her that we didn't just change, but we made a dessert too. She was super impressed. I commented that teamwork makes everything faster. And Lauren said "Like when Kenna and I were pulling the sled up the hill together? Because that was NOT fast." I thought it was so funny. 

The Toothfairy

The Toothfairy has now become apart of our household. Lauren lost her first tooth last week. She was so exicted, and I was so excited. Honestly this momentous change from baby teeth to grown-up, big girl teeth has been the most thrilling step so far in the parenting process. Sending them to school is monumental, but is too emotional to be happy about. And I think it is safe to assume that when Lauren starts driving it will be too scary to be find the time to be excited for her about. Yes, losing teeth is safe, and not emotional. Just exciting. She woke up on Friday morning and said that one of her teeth were loose. So I gave it a wiggle and sure enough, it was barely wigglely. She had that sucker out by Sunday. Ah... a child after my own heart. I don't think her fingers left her mouth all weekend. The way she is NOT my child is that she pulled out her own tooth. I never, I repeat NEVER pulled out my own teeth. It could have been hanging by a tread (or whatever it is a tooth hangs by) and I would never pull it out. It usually required that a) my Mom had to trick me and pull it when she promised that she would just wiggle it, or b) my Mom would restrain me somehow and yank it out while I was screaming and crying. (Hmmm. I wonder why she went with the tricking option so many times)? So I was very surprised when she came to me holding her tooth on Sunday. Lauren then asked when the Toothfairy was going to come and how much money she would get for her tooth. Hmm. Good questions. I can honestly say I hadn't ever thought about it until that moment. But the Toothfairy did indeed come and left four quarters. I think I'll have a talk with said Toothfairy and request dollar bills. They are so much more stealth than change. Perhaps our Toothfairy hasn't earned her wings?????

And here is a question; What does the Toothfairy do with the captured teeth?