olive, christmas eve 2007
my christmas didn't have enough Jesus in it. i feel like i failed my children. it's not that the story of Jesus should be the focus and the presents should be downplayed, it's that Jesus should encompass the entire experience. the giving is about Jesus, the getting is about Jesus, everything. and i fear he was a slightly elevated footnote amongst the hub a bub of the holiday. im questioning how biblical my current ways of celebrating christmas are. the food and family were great, but yeah... not how i wanted to celebrate what defines (or should) my life. anyways everyone was very respectful to not get the babes an overabundance of toys. in fact both only got a few small ones and the rest were puzzles, books, some very cool puppets, and clothes.
oh and upon looking at my gifts i ended up buying TWO from china afterall. my only defense was that i had two hungry children, one with wet pants, no nap, and less a stroller to harness both at the same time. by the third time he had disappeared under the clothing rack playing a hilarious game of give-my-mother-a-heart-attack a la hide and seek in a large department store i threw up my hands on checking the backs of every little item i picked up to see where it was manufactured. so brienne and david, i hope your socks and slippers are not steeped in lead paint and that no workers were hurt in getting them from point A to point B but i did the best i could with the situation and sanity i was given. a gal can only take so much.