A Very Friendly December
Like many of you, we had a busy December. So busy that it kinda flew by and we forgot to blog about it. Well, we didn’t forget as much as other things took priority. Either way, it didn’t happen. BUT since this metamorphic beast called Bower Power is supposed to be a place for me to log all the activities we have been up to, consider this a peak into what I would have put in my diary in December.
Dear Diary…(already this is kinda fun)…
December was cah-razy. We didn’t get as much done as we would have liked because the first part of the month snuck by and then all of a sudden, it was Jeremy’s birthday and we hadn’t decorated and parties and activities needed to be checked off our to-do list. Then it really exploded with family and travel and making sure we had the gifts we needed and not just thrown into a Kroger bag as gift wrap…not that I would ever do that. No. Never. Except in dire emergencies :)
Jules had a party and invited us…it was a kid-friendly party but Will was in a mood…and it was anything but friendly.
I never get to socialize at these kind of things. For some reason I always sequester myself into the room with the kids and end up watching them all for the majority of the time. Then on the way out the door I seem like that crazy person that doesn’t get out of the house very much. Which is very true. I am. And I don’t.
So this time I told Jeremy before going in that I really didn’t want to watch Will the entire time and I was surely not going to watch someone else’s kids…at least I would try not. And I would definitely try to push down those feelings of inadequecy and insecurity and just try to connect with someone within my age range. Not that I don’t enjoy the company of 5 year olds…I do…but sometimes I really struggle with knowing how to carry on a decent conversation with another adult. Especially girls. Is that weird?
Anyway – there was cookie decorating…and I helped with the sprinkles. But I was in the room with all the other moms…and that counts for something.
And since my friend Jules is like a whiz in the kitchen, her homemade gingerbread men were perfect. She makes me want to be a better cook.
She had sparkling pink champagne for the moms.
I can definitely say that one amazing thing about not being pregnant is sparkling pink champagne.
There is only about five days in a month that you can have it when you pull the goalie…although some folks say it would be fine in moderation even if you knew you were already pregnant or in that funky unknown stage…but I, in my better-safe-than-sorry mindset decided I that if Aunt Flow was in town, it was sparkling pink champagne time. Yum.
Jules had Jade build a fence around their tree so that Ethan couldn’t snatch things off it. Will thought it was a jungle gym. He also doesn’t understand why other kids want to watch Toy Story 2 when you can throw stuff and run around screaming.
We did attempt one group shot of the kids with Jule’s christmas hats.
Yeah, that’s Will – the only one screaming.
His pouty little face cracks me up. I know I am not supposed to laugh at him when he cries like that…but it’s. so. dang. hard.
This month we also checked off the carriage rides from our Christmas photo list.
The line was unreal. Last year it was so short we literally walked up and onto the carriage. This year involved a little more waiting.
Good thing we met our friend Brook & her girls there because Will would run out of line every time the horses looped back around.
This was the view most of the time.
And then running out of line.
And then sitting in some random bushes.
And then popping up to see the horses again.
And then more waiting in line.
That’s Brook with her camera. She’s tagging along to some of my shoots with me. It’s been fun.
Will and Lilley…Will digs Lilley…and her baby sister Maggie…but mostly Lilley. Lilley is sortof on the fence about Will. Although there was this one time in the bathroom when we were getting them ready for the tub and she spied something ‘interesting’ about Will. Let’s just say I have not laughed that hard about a crouching child in my life.
Finally it was our turn. Good thing too because we had officially run out of fruit snacks and the sippie cups were empty…any mom will tell you that’s like CODE RED with toddlers in a line.
This is my ‘I’m a little too-excited-to-be-doing-this face”…
I remember this was when Lilley was trying to hear the horse hoofs on the pavement. Brook’s such a good mom. She was tapping out the beat so that Lilley could hear it better.
I had hats for the kids – so we tried to get them to wear them.
Will, for the first time ever, left it on his head. He usually only wears a hat if it’s cold outside. But for whatever reason, he left it on.
The girls loved them. I need a girl. I need a girl who likes dress up. I need that like yesterday. Will is so tired of it. There are only so many hours in a day that a feather boa and a tiara are acceptable.
The route wasn’t especially scenic or anything like that…but the kids LOVED it. We clapped and sang and pretended like we were riding over snowy banks…at least that’s what I did…and it was one of those remember-this kinda moments. even with the parking lot cars and the random shoppers crossing the road in front of Coldwater Creek…this was a magical Christmas sleigh ride.
It reminded me of last year’s ride.
Will was so chubby and squishy…and my mom sported what I like to call her gangsta look. I swear she was carrying a piece in her coat Kidding mom. Sortof
Back to this year..
once the ride was over, we walked over to see Santa. He was waiting for us
I love that they moved him this year. Last year he was in a weird place…it was like near a few dumpsters and the back of some diner that didn’t open till after four…so this was a much better location for Jolly Old St. Nick.
I dare say that it was even the same Santa from last year. And yes, I plan on framing all Santa pictures for a display next year…it’ll be an ongoing thing. And when Will is 18, I will ask him to sit on that lap for the last time. After that, it’ll be of his own accord.
My how Will has grown…
he even wears shoes now
And Santa Claus looks like he needs to start wearing sunscreen.
And was able to tell us “No more” when he was done with his photo
Lilley loved it.
Maggie – notsomuch.
Literally she wanted to have nothing to do with Santa. Which of course, both Brook and I find hilarious.
Since nobody else was waiting, we did a few more pictures. This is Will hugging Kris Kringle
And this is Will saying “all done” and pointing to the stroller.
And this is him kissing the beard. I don’t exactly know how Santa feels about that…but I can imagine it’s awkward.
See the set up this year? So much better.
Maggie was still having a hard time. Lilley is singing and Will is telling me where his peepee is. This is a pretty accurate picture of playdates in general for me
Will gave Maggie a hug. He really loves other babies…and children in general. Maybe that means he’ll be a teacher someday. I say that about everything though. Every time he asks for cheese, I swear he’s gonna be a dairy farmer someday.
I love this photo. It’s very Will. He discovered his pockets and strolled all the way back to the other side of the outdoor mall with his little fingers tucked safely inside. And yes, he is a narrow little thing…only 32% in weight…but 94% in height…and his shoulders are so small that his overalls all fall off. And his little pouf of hair in the back is always up. I need a photo of him with a cow so that one day I can make him believe bovine actually licked it up like that.
In front of the Learning Express, Elmo came out to see us. Lilley wasn’t afraid but Will wasn’t buying it.
He gave him a high-five but only when Aunt Brook was holding him.
Will was fascinated with the eyes. Maybe I’ll see if I can find an Elmo doll somewhere. If nothing else, we could identify body parts
And yes, he is saying booger. I only wish I was kidding. The kid inside the costume was laughing.
So that’s it dear diary…that’s some of what we did in prep for the holiday. There’s a whole lot more. Maybe later though. I’m off to have a glass of sparkling pink champagne. xo – kb