Monday, December 31, 2007

And so it Goes...

Here are some pictures of the kids in their Christmas Finery. They are looking pretty snazzy, if I do say so myself.

Is It Really Only 8 am?

Some days seem to last a really, really long time. I just looked at the clock and was stunned to see that we've only been awake for two hours, and yet it feels like so much more. I am still undecided on weather this will turn out to be a good thing or a bad thing for this day.
Everyone in our family - except for baby Amelia, thankfully - is suffering from some form of cold. CT, as usual, seemed to get the worst of it. The most worrisome symptom he had was disgusting discharge coming out of his eyes. I took him to the doctor, fearing pink eye, but the doctor said it wasn't so. Instead I learned a fact that I had no previous knowledge of and kind of wish I didn't know now, which is that sometimes if your sinuses and nose are full the mucus will back up and come out of your eyes. Isn't that gross? Apparently that is what was happening to CT. He also had a ear infection, so some antibiotics were necessary. CT is an off the charts terrible patient for all thing medical, so I was concerned about the ordeal it would be to get him to take this medicine. Luckily my approach of never referring to it as medicine, but rather as his "special drink" in his "special little cup" has worked like a charm. In fact, it may have worked a tad too well because throughout the day he will ask if he can have "some of that special drink" and throw a fit when I explain he only gets to take it twice a day.
Being a mother to three children under three really is something. I don't feel like I can ever really say "woe is me" about the demands of it, because after all no one forced these children upon me. They are sweet and dear and I am just trying to accept the fact that for the next few years my house will perpetually look like a tornado just came through it, the piles of clean and dirty laundry will be ever increasing with no magic elves coming in the night to take care of it for me as I so often desperately wish, and I won't have seen the latest movie or read the latest book for a very, very long time. This all makes me feel like a very uninteresting person - the type of person who would have absolutely nothing to say at a party except for disgusting stories about her small children and their mucus. I miss being interesting. That's something I don't think I'll ever be able to say about mucus stories...

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Merry Christmas

Another Christmas come and is hard work to be in charge of Christmas! It makes me appreciate even more all the work my mom did to make Christmas special when I'm trying to do all of the same things myself. I did some Christmas baking and the requisite treat deliveries to people in the neighborhood. We didn't get around to the actual delivering until Christmas Eve day, in the late afternoon. Several families were already away celebrating and even now may be reveling with family and friends many miles away and not realize there is a bag of once delicious chocolate popcorn propped dejectedly on their threshold, waiting to be noticed and ushered inside.

We spent the holiday just at our home with our own little family. C.T. enjoyed opening his presents this year. Lily did also, up to a point. After awhile she refused to open any more presents so I told her we'd save them for her birthday in March. She was fine with this, but CT wasn't. He insisted on opening her presents for her (with her permission). The result however, is that we had several fights about what actually belonged to who and who had the real right to play with things first. Amelia slept through the present opening. When she finally woke up CT was only too happy to open her presents for her as well. She watched him with her big eyes as her dad fed her a bottle and was perfectly content.

The picture in this post was taken on Christmas Eve night. We bought those jammies last year on after Christmas closeout not knowing if we'd have a new baby, but thinking we'd better plan ahead anyway...good thing too! They looked so adorable in them, and they are the softest pajamas I have ever seen. It makes them all just that much more huggable.

As nice as Christmas can be, I'm thankful we get to anticipate it for a whole other year before we experience it again. I need the time to gear up for another round of baking and planning...just trying to think of something to give Tyler wears me out!