Home and Christmas again

Well, I am officially here to report that it is a dang long way from Texas to Georgia. We got in the truck at 3 AM last Saturday morning (4 AM Eastern Time), and headed back east. We were down one DVD player, thanks to a certain two year old who went with us. The kids got a brand new one from Grandmom and Grandad for Christmas, which we mounted on the seat...in front of the two year old. This particular model has the "open" button located just where he could push it with his toe, and then wham his foot up, shearing the cover clean off. Yes, you can place the cover over the top of the DVD, but the player won't be fooled into thinking the thing is actually closed, and will continue to read "OPEN" on the screen, instead of playing the DVD. Live and learn.We did still have one DVD player, however, which we borrowed from Carlton and Alison (thanks again!), and it sufficed to help pass the time. The kids really were good considering the length of the drive. We just stopped when we needed to, and didn't stress about the time the stops took. We got home at 9:30, dumped everybody in the bed, unloaded the truck, and went to bed. Sunday morning we headed out to church (NOT the early service!), and when we got home my brother and sister-in-law were here. They stopped at the grocery store on our behalf since we had pretty much nothing in the house to eat. Mom and Dad arrived soon after, and we spent the afternoon and evening having Christmas again. Check out the loot! We missed Christmas with my extended family this year as well, so we also had gifts from aunts, uncles, and grandparents. Dad and Jonathan ponder what's under the tree. Or maybe they're just sitting on the couch. Shannon pretty well knew what was coming since he had all that present opening practice out in Texas.He's actually banging on the gift in anticipation.Avery waited patiently for a few minutes while they were all handed out, then announced he was going to open one as he started ripping into it.My niece Jordan, who is nearly 18 months old. She enjoyed her presents this year. Give it one more year and she'll really have the hang of this Christmas thing."Wow, check out this present.""Hey, is this thing chocolate?""Yumyumyum, crunchcrunchcruch!!!" (Insert Cookie Monster noise here.) Amelia came downstairs in her new poodle skirt, and had requested that her hair be up "like Tinkerell's." She told everyone that now she looked like a real princess. It's impossible to be in the right frame of mind for gift opening otherwise, I'm sure.Grandmom and Grandad got cinnamon ornaments the kids made.Lisa, Jonathan, and JordanAmelia and Grandad work on coloring stickers Amelia got as a gift.Good job on the princesses, Grandad!Monday was mom's 60th birthday, so after hanging around the house for awhile we all went out for lunch. A restaurant in Dahlonega I hadn't been to was the place of choice. They opened the downstairs area because there were so many of us and the place was small. We thought that was special...until we ended staying nearly two hours because they were so slow! Oh well, more time celebrate. And entertain kids. Happy birthday, Mom!Lisa and Jonathan left for home in Marietta from there, and Mom and Dad spent one more night at camp. They left the next morning, and we hung around the house continuing to put away new gifts and mounds of clothes we hadn't yet had the chance to unpack. We also played outside and enjoyed the nice weather since the earth can't seem decide if it's supposed to be winter or summer. (It was 77 degrees the day before we left Texas.) We have seen black bears off and on all spring and summer, but haven't heard from them in awhile. They're definetely still around though, because we discovered our play set which is a ways from the house up in the woods has been taste tested by bears. There are slight claw marks on the climbing wall, on planks around the part that makes the playhouse area, and on a support beam. There is also a hole where a tooth bit through the plastic baby swing, and it has a crease in it where it was bent. I would love to be able to send the older two kids outside to play alone around the house but I'm afraid to! Maybe we will once they've both been through a couple of summers of camp riflery and can go out armed.On New Years' eve we went to the Davidsons for dinner and to help celebrate Maggie's 7th birthday. They got a Wii for Christmas so the kids watched movies downstairs while the adults Wii'd in the new year. We reasoned that they could sleep in the next morning. Not that they ever have before. Not that they did this time. But we had fun!
Next week it's back to life as usual. I'll start school back with Amelia. At some point we'll be taking down the Christmas tree. We have an embarrassing dump in the basement, and James has said he'd rather get that cleaned up before we put the tree away. It's mostly because of a fun project I've been putting off- organizing the clothes the kids have outgrown that I've been piling up on top of the Rubbermaid trunks I bought to put them in. It's pretty much a disaster at this point...and another testimony to and reminder of how extremely blessed we are to live in this country with such abundance. So, we may still have the tree up in May!! (And there won't be any before and after pictures, it's just too embarrassing.)
Happy New Year, everybody! One last picture I took yesterday. Elizabeth is now up to 3 meals of baby cereal and some kind of fruit or vegetable a day, in addition to nursing. I just thought she looked so small and cute in her chair. She's also getting the hang of sitting up. I'll post more pictures of that as she gets better at it.

I'm baaack!

Whew! Man has this been a busy month. I haven't posted anything to this blog since the beginning of December. The entire month has been a flurry of holiday and regular activities. There's no way I can remember everything we've done since my memory is so pathetic. I do remember a few things- the Cleveland Christmas parade, which the kids enjoyed in spite of the FREEZING cold temperature, a Christmas party, two dinner parties at my house, the Strong Rock Christmas party at camp, then what seemed like a week's worth of washing clothes and packing for our jaunt to Texas.

Right this minute I am sitting on my in-law's sofa, "borrowing" a neighbor's wireless internet connection. (Thanks, random, faceless neighbor!) It's 75 degrees, just the kind of Christmas weather you'd expect...for Miami. We arrived in Texas a week ago, around 8:30 at night. We put the kids in the car at 3 AM that morning, just a few hours after the Strong Rock Christmas party ended, and got all the way to Mississippi before stopping to eat breakfast.

The trip went pretty well considering the size and number of children, taking a mere 18 hours including stops. I believe it was a mother trapped in the car with children who invented the portable DVD player. "Mom, can we watch another movie?" "Why yes you can, dear, let's pick a long one this time." We went in the truck, so one kid sat in the front with us and we were able to let them take turns. We enjoyed that, since we don't get to spend a lot of one-on-one time with any of the kids as individuals.

We spent the weekend in Waco where James went to college. His brother and sister-in-law and sister live there, and a cousin was graduating from Baylor Saturday so we got to spend time with a lot of family there. We also got to see some friends from his college days and went to his old church on Sunday. That evening we drove nearly two hours to his parents' house in Azle, just outside of Fort Worth. We've spent the rest of the week here, hanging out with his folks, brothers, sister-in-law, and sister. It's been terrific!

James with the kids outside the bear habitat at Baylor University. Baylor's mascot is the bear, and there are two bears who live in the middle of campus, taken care of by students. They sometimes make appearances at football games.

They were pretty worried about being out in the open and so vulnerable to attacks.

Krista, James' first cousin, the college graduate. We went to lunch in her honor on Saturday. With her is James' mom's mom, Grandma Lee. She and Grandpa live in San Antonio.

After lunch Grandma and Grandpa Lee and some other family came to our hotel to hang out and visit for awhile.

We met James' college friends for dinner Saturday night. One couple had four kids, one had three, and the other had three. It was pure craziness, just like we're used to!

Amelia and Elizabeth in the hotel room.

On Tuesday the family drove to James' Aunt Denise and Uncle Simeon's house near Dallas for lunch. Aunt Denise is his mom's sister.

On our way back to Azle that night we stopped by the Gaylord Hotel to check out some Christmas decorations, including a life-sized gingerbread house.

Avery and Papa.

On Christmas Eve we went to a service at James' parents' church where his dad is the minister of music. When we got back we had a family photo shoot.

James' other set of grandparents who live in Huntsville, TX arrived Christmas Eve as well. This is Grandma and Grandpa Himstedt.

Jared, James' middle brother and his wife Laura.

James and his siblings Jason, Jared, and Jennifer.

A cute picture of Elizabeth with her Uncle Jason.

Christmas morning was a lot of fun, as I'm sure you can guess. The kids are getting old enough to understand what it's all about. We all enjoyed a leisurely morning of opening gifts and hanging out as a family. That evening we had a nice Christmas dinner.

Avery and his stocking loot. Nearly all morning he carried around candy in one hand and a Cars toothbrush in the other hand.

We could have stopped after Shannon pulled band aids out of his stocking. He was pretty thrilled with them. Wonder if I can get away with that next Christmas?

Elizabeth has grabby hands these days and was trying to steal Amelia's stuff as fast as she opened it.

Presents!

Amelia had "wedding dress" on the top of her Christmas list this year. We just told her it would be awhile before she could use it.

For me?

The gratuitous bow on the baby's head shot.

Grandma Himstedt made all the girls fun scarves. Like the angel on my head? She follows me wherever I go.

Mimi made Amelia a poodle skirt!

We still love each other after all these Christmases together.

Mimi enjoyed her time with Elizabeth.

Tomorrow we head back to Georgia...in about five hours, to be exact. We'll be putting sleepy kids in the truck at about 3 AM. We've had a terrific week and will miss the family we don't get to see nearly enough. We hope everyone has had a wonderful Christmas. This weekend we will have late Christmas with my family in Cleveland. More presents, yeah!

I'm off to bed for a few short hours. I just hope we don't all end up looking like this before the LOOOONNNNGGG ride in the truck together is over!!

The stockings were hung by the chimney...

This has been a week of house decorating. Not that we have enough Christmas decorations that it takes a week to put them up, that's just how long it takes when you live at our house. Actually we only stepped over and around boxes for three days, so that wasn't too bad. I wasn't going to put up the tree this year since we'll be gone to Texas the entire week of Christmas, but the kids are getting big enough now to really get a kick out of decorating. It also affords the opportunity to talk with them about what Christmas is really all about.

We still only have five stockings hanging, as Elizabeth's is in Texas. Each year there has been a new Himstedt, Mimi has gotten their stocking.

Amelia asked when we were going to decorate the tree again, and I told her next Christmas. In January we would take the tree down and put everything away. She decided that was "the not fun part." She really enjoyed hanging ornaments. Shannon did too. Avery is still enjoying hanging and unhanging and rehanging and carrying ornaments around the house.

The kids pretty much hung all the ornaments themselves. I told them I would be moving the ornaments around, since there were 4 or so hung on random branches in little groupings. Perhaps a less picky mother would have left them all where the sweet darlings had hung them...but not me! Turns out they didn't care, and wanted to help me move them around. So they rehung them in little groupings of 3-4. When most of them were napping I arranged ornaments like I wanted them. My inner need for uniformity and spacing is now satisfied.

It's been a quick week. We had church as usual on Sunday, my riding lesson was rained out Sunday afternoon, but we did get one more Thanksgiving dinner (our fourth) at the Davidsons, as they had an unreal amount of leftovers they were begging for help with. Anything to help a friend. Monday we stayed home and attempted to decorate, Tuesday we made a trip to Gainesville and visited the newly refurbished Walmart, Wednesday we had gymnastics, Thursday we had playgroup here and then went to Rebecca's beautifully decorated Pottery Barn house for dinner, and then it was today. Which is about over. I stay up too late when I do this.

We did have a fun day, though, after a rough night. (More on that in a minute.) Ruth spent the night with us, officially with Amelia, I guess, though might I say I would adopt her if I could? (Okay, Jenny?) After finishing our kindergarten work, we put together a gingerbread house. I looked up information online about how to do one, and was quickly intimidated into buying a kit after that. Perhaps next year if I'm feeling more ambitious I'll do it the hard way.

Here's "before." I failed to get any pictures of kids working on the house because I was: A) Needed to closely supervise the effort and B) Covered in icing. Amelia is wearing her Cinderella outfit. It was last year's Halloween costume, courtesy of Great Grandma Himstedt who made it by looking at a Cinderella book after Amelia decided she wanted to be Cinderella "in her old clothes." We have gotten a lot of mileage out of that costume. (The other day she was wearing it and spilled her milk. As she was mopping it up with a rag she sighed, "Well, at least I'm in the right clothes for this job.")

Amelia squishes the icing bag, per gingerbread house directions.

Shannon squishes...

Elizabeth watches from her perch on the counter. She's officially six months old today!

Avery points out, "There's candy! I see it! Right thar!" (He just developed "thar" as a pronounciation. May as well talk like a country boy since he are one.)

The final product, good enough to eat.

After assembling that one I don't really think making one from scratch could be too much more difficult. It looked so easy in the directions. They just fail to mention things like, "This icing will quickly acquire the consistency of a pencil eraser, so work fast," or "Piping a thick line of icing down the center of the roofline to hold it together won't actually work. The icing and everything you put down that line will slowly sink like quicksand until it falls into the middle of the house. This will happen repeatedly until you figure out you have to cut a strip of cardboard out to plug the crevice and THEN put icing and decorations on top of that."

In spite of a few surprises, it was great fun and I think the kids did a good job. Now I wonder how long it will take for candies to start disappearing off the house...

Can we do a crazy picture?

Back to the rough night part of the story. Apparently James and I are raising an insomniac. For a just turned two year old, Avery seems to function well during the day with large parts of his nightly sleep missing. At least every third night he is out of the bed at 2 or 3 AM. He used to just wander around, now he comes downstairs, grabs the step stool out of the half bath, and uses it to climb up either into our bed or right next to it where his face is at my face, sucessfully SCARING ME HALF TO DEATH. He's not sleepy or stumbling around either, he is wide awake, and sending him back to his bed doesn't always work. Last night he was on one of his nightly treks, and woke us up as he was climbing into the bed between us, at 4:30 AM. This is after I had already taken care of Elizabeth, who at 18 pounds and 6 months old still can't seem to make it through the night without a 3 AM feeding. James told him to go back to bed, and at 5 AM he came down again. I went up with him and put him back in the bed. For the next half hour I keep hearing banging around upstairs. I go BACK up, put him back to bed with threats, and through my fuzzy sleep deprived brain continue to hear little footsteps off an on. Around 6 I go up again and grab him as he's coming out of Amelia's room with a toy (thankfully she and Ruth are still asleep), and bring him downstairs, plop him on pillows in our floor, cover him up, and he's asleep in minutes. At 6:30ish the rest of the crowd is awake, and he's not in our room anymore. The kid doesn't seem to need the sleep! I'm out of solutions. I keep thinking one day he'll either be one of those people who gets a ton of stuff done because he can go on four hours of sleep...or he'll just stay up way too late wasting time on the internet. Or whatever they'll have developed by the time he's an adult.

Speaking of staying up way too late, I'm going to bed. Hopefully to stay, with no interruptions. That would be great.

I leave you with this.

None of our other kids found their feet like this.


Toes. Yum!