It's 6 degrees outside right now. The high today was 13. I can hear my furnace chugging and see the ice build-up on the inside of my front door. The elementary school pipes froze and burst open, causing several classrooms to shut down. My front door also burst open after school with Abby following behind, proudly exclaiming that she "had class in the Library today!!!" I immediately served my two little icicles some hot cocoa--mostly to appease the guilt I felt at making them walk home today.
In other words? It's cold. The kind of cold you welcome before Christmas. The kind of cold that we didn't have before Christmas.
When we took our kids to go see Santa (around December 1st) people were in shorts. The grass was green. Santa was sweating. A lot. It felt wrong. For so many reasons. But I figured that kids in AZ do this every year, we can tough it out just this once!
The kids made their requests--a violin for Grace, a barbie and pet shop for Abby, and a camera for Eliza. Santa also made his request--that they go to bed early on Christmas Eve. Thank you, Santa!
We also found time one morning to make Gingerbread houses.
And, amazingly enough, my dad and sister came out for a quick early December visit! It was so wonderful having them here!!
|Reid in front of the fire he lit for an evening of marshmallow-roasting, carol-singing and cinnamon-stick burning|
Julia and Zhaameyes
(Julia's nickname for James. She had just returned from a trip to Paris and taught us all the worst fake French you've ever heard. It stuck)
Luckily for everyone in this household, all of my Christmas Crazies were gone by the 20th, when the last packages were shipped off. And we made it to Wyoming for a wonderful, peaceful, relaxing, just-what-I-needed glorious 6 days.
More on that later!!