Do I complain too much in my blog posts? I hope not. I'm really just trying to document life so I remember things and not just the good and easy things. It isn't all hard and is usually happy. Not perfect but happy. When we first moved here and Eric's Aunt came by for some of her things and gave me a hug as she was leaving and I started crying. I apologized and said that I was happy to be here and she said that it was good to cry it out. She said that I had to grieve because I left 10 years of a life behind. I appreciated her saying that so much, it really made sense. Now as we've entered the holiday season, I find that I've had to grieve a bit again as I think of friends and traditions that I love that are not part of our celebration this year. It has helped. Don't worry, there is a lot of joy to celebrate still.
And while I'm talking, I'll just say that it is sometimes hard to read blogs by Mormon Mommies. They are so creative and beautiful and their homes are perfect and they wear cute outfits everyday and their children have their hair done and they take photos in fields in coordinating colors that compliment the field's color scheme. I don't want my blog to be an antithesis to these other ones, just saying it like it is. I like a lot of the Mormon Mommy bloggers: Design Mom, a room somewhere, and of course the Our Best Bites girls. But I'm not one of them, except that I'm Mormon too.
So anyway, this week Massimo learned to say the word "up" and he also discovered that he can yank my hand or push my legs in one direction to get me where he wants me to go. So in every room he wants to be up. He was quite pleased with the seat he found for himself this morning in the bathroom.
Laine has been doing jump rope all week at school. She's found a new friend and is happy to have this activity to be excited about. On Monday she wore her winter coat to school, protection against the freezing temperatures, but on Tuesday she was trying to figure out how she could be warm with a sweatshirt instead. I tried to convince her otherwise until she explained that her coat got in the way of her jump rope. Fashion has to function. I tried to get the three school kids to wear their winter coats but they said they didn't need them yet. 18 degrees outside in the morning and they want to wear hoodies to the bus stop. They haven't complained about being cold so I stopped pushing for the winter coats.
Eric remembers wearing short sleeved shirts during recess in the winter, playing football in the snow with his friends. He come back in to class soaked and spend the rest of the day in wet jeans. But he didn't care.
Cannon, Ridge, Sommer and I put up the Christmas lights. We used duct tape for the part along the roofline because we couldn't reach the gutters, Ridge's idea. He did the right side of the house. It looks kind of funny in the daylight but rather pretty at night. Sommer helped with one of the bushes, she was so insistent, and Cannon helped with with the pillar lights and other bushes. Not bad for a bunch of short people.