Saturday, December 31, 2016

New Year's Eve Musings

New Year's Eve is a popular night for live music, so I've spent more New Year's Eves on my own than with B.  This year, he had decided he wouldn't play, but the owner of a restaurant called a couple of weeks ago and offered to double B's usual rate.  He couldn't quite turn that down since we're going to Disney World in a few months (shhh--Aniston doesn't know!) and are hoping to pay for it entirely with 'extra' money (from B's gigs, bonuses, Christmas money, etc.) rather than dipping into our account.  And, in case you didn't know, it costs a small fortune to go to Disney because apparently the happiest place on Earth is also the most expensive place on Earth.  The only good thing about spending that much money is that, after a point, you don't really have a problem adding things to your trip.  $150 for something else?  Done.  Upgrade the room? Sure.  Stay an extra night?  Why in the world wouldn't we?  

So, while B is playing, I'm at home with the girls.  Harper is finally sleeping after waking up multiple times because Aniston was being insanely loud.  Aniston is taking a bath because I'm determined to make it to church tomorrow, and there will not be time for a shower for her in the morning if that's going to happen.  (Also, please note that I said I'm determined to make it to church, not make it to church on time.  Making it to church on time happens about as often as unicorn sightings, which, in my experience, is never.  B serving as a part of the worship team is wonderful, but it leaves me getting the girls fed, clothed, and out of the house on my own.  And on Sunday mornings I'm outnumbered.  Which is exactly the reason we're planning to stop with two kids, because being outnumbered by small people tends to be dangerous.)  The schnauzers are losing their minds because of the New Year's shooters.

Me?  I'm blogging and doing more Disney planning, which seems to have taken over my life lately.  In fact, the other night, I was complaining about this awful pain in my neck and shoulder and couldn't figure out what I had done.  B sweetly pointed out how I sit with my laptop and the angle I turn my head.  Oh.  That's a pretty embarrassing sign that you've spent WAY too much time online.  But I digress.

2016 was a good year for us.  I know lots of people are ready to see it go for lots of different reasons, but I didn't really have a problem with 2016.  I can only hope that 2017 will be just as good, if not better.

Happy New Year, friends, and may you all make it to church on time tomorrow morning. :)

Wednesday, December 28, 2016


The week of Christmas, our tree died.  It was a traumatic experience for all involved, even Aniston, who, when asked on Tuesday if she was ready for Christmas, deadpanned, 'Our tree is dying.'

This started over the weekend, when we realized the tree had slowed its water consumption.  It was a tell-tale sign of bad things to come.  Ever the optimist, B insisted that it would be fine and could make it another week. By Sunday night, though, we decided that it was best not to turn on the lights because we're fairly smart people and no one wants to burn their house down with a Christmas tree.  I took all the stuff off the tree (ridiculous), B got the tree out of the house and put up the artificial tree, and I spent my first day of Christmas break redecorating said artificial tree (even more ridiculous).  While we were putting it up, though, I marveled at the ease of it all.  Three large pieces (snap, snap, snap), some fluffing, plugging in the pre-lit tree, and done.  Really, why don't we do this every year?

Once the tree was taken care of, I spent the rest of the week doing last-minute Christmas prep, which sounds nice and easy but is really a near-impossible task because, hello Harper.  But I persevered and by Friday, gifts were wrapped, cookies were made, and we were ready.

Our first Christmas celebration was on Christmas Eve's Eve, and the last was on Christmas night (which we ended up missing because of a fussy Harper who happened to finally decide to take a nap right before we needed to leave).  It's always a busy time, but we're blessed to have so much family.

By the time Christmas Eve rolled around, Aniston had been given a microphone, a bike, and a trampoline, among lots of other things, and Harper had just as much.  Who needs Santa when you have such awesome grandparents?! 

 Annual cousin picture at Mamaw and Papaw's.

This year, Aniston asked Santa for a tv, Legos, and a surprise.  On Christmas morning, she was thrilled with her surprise (a beanbag chair), her stocking stuff, and our gifts to her.  She didn't mention the tv at all!  When I finally asked her about it, she shrugged and told me she knew she was getting that--that's what she asked Santa for, after all.  Bless.  Harper understood the idea of presents this year, and had a great time ripping wrapping paper and pulling tissue paper from bags.

I don't have a lot of pictures because this year we did more videoing than picture-taking.  In fact, I only have one picture of the girls on Christmas morning.  I snapped it quickly in front of the tree before I had to change Harp's cute matching pajamas because of a diaper disaster.  Real life, friends.  Real life.

Now our house is full (when I thought we couldn't possibly get anymore toys in here), and so are our hearts.  It was a wonderful Christmas.