Christmas, 2012

Dear reader,

Every year as this day (Christmas) approaches, I feel a sense of excitement, and of dread coming over me.  Excitement because of the significance of this day to me, and to the world, and dread because its another year far away from my home and my mother's cooking, and I must try to overcompensate for the loss.  So, Isaiah always kindly tries to help me out of my grief by doing something special for our family that is very out of the ordinary. Usually this involves a small trip somewhere.  Although, this year we were too tired and too poor to drive very far away so we decided to go to a hotel down the road.  Our goal was to go swimming, do NO chores, and watch as much television as possible.  We don't have a Television, or a pool for that matter, so these things would be a wonderful treat for our family.

It really was a wonderful memory we created.  We succeeded at everything except the television watching did not go so well.  At 11:30pm our son was still kicking us and requesting in a small squeaky voice that he wanted to watch "Thomas the Train."  We finally had to turn off all the lights and pretend that we left the room so he would go to sleep.  He finally fell asleep but by that time we were too tired to watch Television.

Television watching in our marriage means that I have the remote control, and I flip through all the channels and we collectively make fun of people and shows, particularly the home shopping network.  Sometimes we stumble on something we actually want to watch.  This night we settled on "The Sound of Music" and we watched the end of it, talked about Nazi Germany for about three minutes, and then fell asleep.

We went and did a lot of swimming with the boys.  Our oldest son loves to swim.  He talks about the pool, runs around the pool, points at the pool, giggles about the pool, but he will NOT get in the pool.  He sits on the top step and laughs at Isaiah when he goes under the water, but that is as far as his swimming experience goes.

Our other son, on the other hand, crawled right up to the pool and took a dive right in.  We had to rescue him three times.

So anyway, I hope you enjoyed this little tid-bit about our day before Christmas eve and Christmas eve morning.

Love,
JoAnna