We had a relaxed Christmas around here. My parents and brother came to stay for a week, and my husband lived to tell the tale. Mom and I have started the tradition of picking out a magazine picture, then attempting to make our Christmas Day dinner look as fantastic as the photos. I must say, we did well! Mom made a yule log that was AMAZING! Color me impressed. She said what she always says after a meal like that, "Well, did that once, don't need to do it again." That's my mama. We passed around a cold, played in the snow, ate too much food, and reveled in general Christmas glory. As is tradition, my father left to get batteries on Christmas morning.
New Years Eve was hum drum around here. We were tuckered out from too much partying over Christmas, so this family went to bed at 10. Laurel reminded me that we saw Australia's New Year celebration that morning on the news.
Speaking of the news, we watched Good Morning America quite a bit over break. That's not really news, is it? It's like Star magazine, light edition. The last episode we watched featured meggings - leggings for men. I just want to say here and now, that is a fashion DO NOT. For real. It was horrid. I turned it off real quick when they were discussing the need for a hip-length shirt (at least) with meggings, and then panned in on the guy whose shirt did not go below his hips. Well, hello and how-do-you-do!
Last night I laughed harder than I have in a really long time. My daughters are Phantom of the Opera phanatics (aren't I clever?) The oldest one is learning to play the score on the piano, so life sometimes feels very melodramatic around here thanks to the background music. We all know all of the words, whether we want to or not. While having a family sing-a-along the 9-year old did a Weird Al version in which he sang, "The Phantom of the Opera is there, inside my nostril.", although the correct lyrics are 'inside my mind'. Liam, our three-year old, became enraged, screaming the correct lyrics at him. This only encouraged Spencer's incorrect rendition. I'm telling you, I had face cramps from laughing. In the end, we all sang the correct version.
Phantom of the Opera-related: We have this weird white mask that was supposed to be for a school project. My new favorite thing to do is to peek into the bathroom while wearing it. Standing over sleeping people while wearing the mask also has excellent results.
I've always enjoyed my family's quirkiness. Each child is unique and has gone through different phases that required a little understanding. Liam is there right now. He is in a pajama phase, in fact. He loves his p-jammies, as he calls them. In fact, he wears them under his clothes. It does make bedtime go easier. Liam has also started toting a pillow case to carry his treasures in. I think it's hysterical, this little person toting a Star Wars pillowcase with his favorite worldly possessions in. He has also became a fan of fiction, so when my husband asked him where he got his treasures, without missing a beat he answered, "I went on a boat, far away, and I got them and brought them back." Lee asked how he made it back home and Liam replied, "I don't know. I just woke up here."
Spencer turned 9 - his last year in single digits! Unbelievable! As he was packing for a bike ride around the neighborhood, he turned to me and said, "I feel so old." I requested clarification. "Well, I have my own wallet, my own pocket knife, and a walkie talkie." I swear I almost cried. Spencer is super into Legos all of a sudden, so it's also been eye-opening to watch him learn to follow the directions. Poor boy has a good dose of his dad's super-focus, and more than a fair amount of my temper.
Also, my word for the year is allow. I restrain myself, so often, from experiencing joy, contentment, and overall good feelings. This year I will allow myself to feel joy - not focus on the next thing, or what should be happening, or how my family could look if we didn't blah blah blah blah. I will allow myself to love my people the best I can, and allow myself to be free from all of my 'I can't-s' . Heck, I might even write a book. I'm feeling pretty good about it.
Its nine days into 2013, people! Who knew life could be so grand?
Isn't this creepy? I can't stop myself!