Last December I blogged incessantly. I crafted, baked, and obsessed incessantly. Perfect tree, perfect wrappings, perfectly planned out Jesse Tree ornaments with the kiddos. I can blame part of it all on last year's nesting, as Chase hadn't arrived yet.
This year... this year I really just wanted to enjoy the advent season with as little stress and as lot of joy as possible. And we have. And are.
We've still been busy but on our own terms. School lessons have mellowed for the month. Douglas, who has had a long steady road to travel in reading is suddenly taking off, reading me cheesy little stories every day which his divinely given sense of humor finds hilarious. "Pig sat in mud" and "Wet hen went to bed" were never so appreciated.
My little lefties have begun to knit and crochet right handed because that is the only way I can teach them, poor things. They LOVE it and I figure their brains will figure out the leftie way of doing things all on their own once the basics are down. So we knit a bit, sew much, bake whatever sounds delicious, watch about wild animals for science, make lapbooks, sled, sit by the woodstove with library books, hide presents and straighten the tipping Charlie Brown tree twelve times a day. (Which is rigged up with one tree stand, one lego piece and two tinker toy pieces.)
This morning Chase seemed to have grown a mile overnight, prompting an impromptu photo shoot while the older kiddos were learning about leopards via a BBC documentary. I have a love/hate relationship with babies growing so quickly. (Sniff, sniff....) I love when I get a good nights sleep, which has been exactly three times since his birth. And I hate that it all flies by so fast and before you know it they are eight and referring to their younger siblings as "the children". Does anyone else out there have an eight year old with such an old soul? Is it an oldest child syndrome? I don't know.
Slow down. Enjoy your families and friends. Make the advent season less about stuff and more about peace. Read to your kiddos. Go sledding. If you live somewhere warm, soak in some warmth for me. Laugh. Be silly. Give. Talk about deep things with your kids. Make blueberry pancakes and gingerbread men and orange julius. Sing loudly. Sing carols. Listen.
Have a beautiful night,