We had a very wonderful and sweet December.
It was a very, very busy month, full of work in retail for Jeremiah and referrals from the TV show that I was on, both of which were very, very good things.
The boys were both so excited for Christmas.
The first night Brayden saw Christmas lights he said "Look Mommy! They are so happy!"
I love to see Christmas through their eyes.
Jack wished us all a "merry Christmas" about 400 times per day in his sweet little baby voice.
The boys loved Christmas lights so much (Brayden begged his daddy to put the lights up this year, otherwise, we probably wouldn't have had them) that one night we went through the usual bed time routine and then went back into their bedroom, scooped them up with their blankies and took them on a tour of lights. We even saw a house that was programmed to music.
I ended up taking the boys to the Sunday before Church service by myself because Jeremiah was at work. Brayden sang as a shepard and Jack was a sheep.
It was enough to melt the hardest of hears, I swear!
Jack demanded to go sing, and more out of curiosity than anything else, I let him go with all of the kids. And he marched along and was just fine until he got separated from Brayden. One of the big girls came to find me to tell me he was scared and so I met them at the stage and helped them up and waved my proud mama, please be good wave at them. And Brayden stood in the middle and sang and picked his nose while his shepard hat twisted around his head. Jack stood right on the side of the stage and watched the crowd watch him, while I snuffeled muffled proud tears.
Halfway through the second song, Brayden looked at me with worry and shock and yelled "WHERE'S JACK???" I pointed him out, which calmed Brayden and then at the end of the song, the nursery program director picked Jack up and put him right next to his big brother, where he seemed to gain about 5 pounds of confidence.
At the Christmas Eve service it was just us again. Christmas Eve service is really small and sweet and one of the leaders reads a Christmas Story. All of the kids go and sit at the front of the sanctuary and listen with wide eyed wonder. Except this year, the stage the story teller was sitting on was lined with candles.
Very attractive to Jack candles and I was 3 rows back, too far to hurdle over and grab him.
Thankfully one of the other parents (Russ) sensed my distress at not being able to get there before he set our new church building up in flames went and sat next to him. Unfortunately, it didn't stop him from rolling backwards and laughing at his new shoes up in the air.
I made my way up next to him after that!
Then it was time to ring the chimes.
We had gotten there early with the hopes of being one of the families to get a chime and butter knife to clang it with, and we did! We were number 12.
Unfortunately, this year, in our new church building, you couldn't hide out in your seat and ring your chime, you had to go up on stage to do it. So the three of us headed up onto the stage (where my fellas are always clambering to be). The stage of course was still lined with candles, which Jack just could not ignore. There was NO WAY I was going to be able to help Brayden recognize the number 12 on the screen and the right time to whack the chime with the butter knife while meshing with the other church goers playing Ode to Joy and keeping Jack's fingers out of the candles.
Just as I started to sweat again, Russ came to my rescue and grabbed Jack. Thankfully, he was content to watch us from Russ's lap and Brayden and I only got one giggle out of the crowd at the end. We love our church and the sweetness it brings to Christmas!
During some parts of December, I wondered if someone was slipping them crack cocaine, they were so cracked out on the spirit of Christmas. It is just so exciting! They also wanted to know what door Santa comes in. They weren't worried about the chimney thing at all.
Some time in there, our hens started laying eggs! The first day alone, 5 chickens laid eggs!
That hasn't happened since then. It was so exciting.
Jack gets the most excited about the eggs. He always asks if there is a baby wooster in there?
And then we have to be quiet (because he is screaming BRUDDER! COME LOOK! EGGS!) so we don't wake up the baby wooster. :)
On Christmas morning, those little angels slept in until 8:00 am!
I was actually the first one awake.
Then we read the Christmas story.
and explored the presents!
I swear, the UPS guy has never seen one person in her pajamas so many times!
The boys were thrilled to get to open their presents with the Suggs Fam on Skype.
Griz and Peanut took to some of the new gifts exceptionally quickly, sleeping in them right away.
This year was all about camping.
They are always asking if they can camp out or make a fire (the picture below, they are making a fire and reading books by the fire!), so I made tents for their beds and
we found Backyard Safari stuff for them to play with while they camp out.
The boys were spoiled relentlessly by both sides of the family.
We are so blessed by our families!
P.S. Somewhere in there, Jack picked up hockey and decided just to go ahead and play,
and grizzly stopped being so neurotic and reminded us why we love him so much.