Tuesday, December 11, 2007
When I bought this carved olive wood nativity set in Jerusalem, I dreamed of my future child treasuring it and loving to see it come out each year as a special tradition. So when Joseph hugged each piece as I unwrapped it and explained it to him, I was in heaven. However, about five minutes after this sweet scene that I snapped a picture of, Joseph was turning a little more rough with the pieces--breaking the staff one of the shepherds holds.
Daddy likes to dress Joseph in red and green for Church during Christmas.
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
- Watching old Christmas movies like White Christmas, It's a Wonderful Life, Holiday Inn ...
- Driving around looking at Christmas lights
- Whispering about what surprise we have gotten for someone
- Stressfully fun trips to the store to find the perfect gift
- Sitting by the Christmas tree all lit at night
- Arguing about which baked goods are "tradition" (it is a joke at our house if you do it once, it is tradition)
- Making and eating too many baked goodies
- Caroling with the family on Christmas Eve
- Playing Christmas songs on the piano (I used to have a piano teacher who would start me practicing on Christmas songs in October; now the only time I play the piano is when I visit Missouri)
- Candle lit Christmas Eve dinner
- Christmas morning--lining up youngest to oldest and singing "Jingle Bells" as we walk into the living room
They've already done all the decorating before we get there this year. And we missed the annual trip to Pearidge Christmas tree farm http://www.pearidgeforest.com/ to cut down the Christmas tree, sit on Santa's lap and drink hot chocolate. And of course, the annual argument about which tree to choose. But I'm comforted in knowing that Hannah will make sure the traditions continue! While I'm quite happy with my small family of one child, I have to admit at Christmas, there is nothing like a big family!
I think Joseph might have some Moore genes in him, afterall. If I do something once, to him it is tradition. I bought a box of clementine oranges last week. When I opened the box, I sat down on a bucket near our trash can to peel it. Then I gave Joseph pieces. After that he kept pointing to the clementines on the counter. But he wouldn't let me peel it anywhere. I had to sit on the same bucket right by the trashcan. If I forgot, he patted the bucket and made noise . So until we're home for Christmas, I'll be busy with clementine traditions with Joseph!
Can you see us trying to contain this wiggly, happy boy?