T'was the night before Christmas

T'was the night before Christmas
and in every room
Noise maker fans were blowing
I was using a broom

The stockings were hung
by the door with thumb-tacks
For Penelope, Cash,
Libby, and Jack

With Jim in his boxers
and I in my chair
J-train miracles
were filling the air

I've nursed the baby
and put her to sleep
The presents under
the tree in a heap

When all of a sudden
there arose such a clatter
We muted the T.V.
To see what was the matter

Libby's crying I think
she fell out of her bed
"You help her," "no you!
She might've hit her head"

I'm trying to blog,
Jimmy's got gas
I hold my breath
for this too shall pass

Just wanted to share a picture of our first Christmas here with ourselves. Jimmy is taking it hard, being the party animal that he is. He's being a good sport even though I know he'd rather be with a crowd. I told him I would post a picture of his Christmas pizza. For the record, my pizza included spinach, making it red and green AND good for you. Jackson said, "pickles are good for you mom, they're cucumbers!" Anyways, we also unlocked the key to a group photo with Cash. Turn on T.V., Place camera on tripod directly in front of T.V., Place child on couch, Promise a lollipop if he sits still. This is our first family photo without me sitting on a hospital

God has come to earth in the form of a baby. I have a newborn baby. It is truly a humble being. Babies cannot do anything on their own. They need help for everything. It was truly a humiliating thing to become not only a man, but a tiny helpless one. Accompanied by angels and cow poop. My baby is angelic and poopy. And I don't give serving her a second thought. May it be the same for my Savior. May I serve Him freely and selflessly.

Peace to You.
Merry Christmas to all
And to all a Good Night!


stuff I don't want to forget

Just making notes of things I'd like to tell my kids one day, but am afraid I won't remember...
  • Whenever Jackson gives Penelope a kiss, he plants his lips on her cheek, goes totally still like a statue and holds his lips there for approximately (I've counted) 12 seconds. I always have to ask him to back off, it lasts so long. He responds with, "Mom, I wanted to give her a wedding kiss!"
  • Libby saying that Penelope is the cutest baby in the "whole white word" (whole wide world)
  • Yesterday I asked Libby to wash her hands and face after dinner. She did her hands but not her face and when I told her that her mouth was still dirty, she told me that it was not lasagna on her face, but that her freckles had just moved around.
  • My children have used sharpie to write on clothing, wood floors (twice), tile floors, my dry erase board, our dining room table, a decorative pillow sham, and themselves. These markers to me have begun to represent my identity as a person outside of being a mom. I love them so much, I still keep them around even though they are "mommy markers" and are NOT for children. I refuse to rid myself of sharpies. I will put aside breakable items, valuable books and documents, and electronics, but sharpies will remain plentiful in my home.
  • Last week Cash bit the tip off a yellow Crayola marker. I did NOT look for this in his diapers. If he wants to make art on the inside of his body, that is his choice as a modern artist. If only something recognizable came out into his poop--maybe we could take the kid to NYC and make a buck.
  • My favorite kissing spot on Penelope is right between her eyes. I don't want to forget this because I know I've had a favorite spot on all my kids when they were infants, but I can't remember the others for sure. This makes me sort of sad.
I hate that I'm going to forget everyday stuff like this. I wish I had a big sharpie in my brain to circle certain things that happen in my day. You think you're going to remember your sweet baby boy yelling "bye bye...love you" over and over, and hopefully you will, but you never know if you'll be able to or not, and which events will stick. I am thankful that my life is so full that there are too many memories to keep track of. If anyone reading this wants to make some memories, you can borrow a child or two any time. Just kidding.