Fun.
Relaxing.
Festive.
December has arrived! Christmas is coming. K has been counting the days since the last week of November. Our little community has a Christmas Light Up Parade each year in early December. This year, the parade was on Friday, the 5th. In the past we have ridden in the fire truck with DH and the other fire fighters, throwing candy to the onlookers. This year with baby R being so new and adding to our family we decided that we’d split up. DH
offered to take those of the older ones that wanted to ride with him while I took the little ones to the parade where another fire truck would be sitting. Only K decided to go with her dad.
I bundled the others up; the weather has gotten a little cooler, hovering around the freezing mark. I had them dress in hats, mitts, snow pants, winter coats and boots. We put Cutie Boy in the stroller and Baby R in the wrap under my coat. Off we went walking the two blocks to main street to see the other firemen and parade onlookers. Baby R slept the whole time, snug and warm. Cutie Boy would not keep his hat and mittens on and I was so worried he’d be cold before the parade was over. He proved me wrong. I had to stop Little M from licking the metal billboard outside the auto shop, telling her that it would bleed. Well, given the funny look she gave me, I should have known she didn’t understand. A few minutes later she was back with a question. “Mommy, will that bar bleed if I put my hand on it??” I was so confused, but I finally got it a
nd explained to her that I had meant her tongue would bleed, not the sign! And CJ just wanted to run in the street with all the other kids that were waiting for the parade too. Unfortunately for her, I’m a mean mommy, and made her stay on the sidewalk, even though there was no traffic on that street.
We planned nothing on Saturday. We thought, if we got to it, we would decorate our Christmas tree. We get a live tree every year so we usually wait until about 10 days before Christmas. However, we were given one off the float from DH’s work. We started early afternoon to get it decorated – moving furniture, cleaning the floor, pulling out decorations, finding something put stand the tree in. Sigh. Then the phone started ringing. DH was on call this weekend. He was finally finished at work around supper time. We hate a quick supper (I’d put it in the crockpot that morning) and then got at the tree. We had a lot of fun! The children did most of it. DH did lights and some of the decorations higher up on the tree, but let me t
ell you, the bottom of the tree is well decorated!!! They had a blast. I mostly took photos with my new-to-me camera and bounced Baby R in the wrap, directing “traffic” around the tree.
Today was your typical rushed Sunday morning, because Mommy and Daddy slept in, ignoring the alarm. We got there, a little late, without forgetting anything at home. We got everyone settled in the pew, when much to our surprise, the fire pager goes off! And DH’s on the run again – with my diaper bag still in the truck, unbeknowns to me. Baby R slept through the whole service. I enjoyed listening with no distractions. We had a potluck after church and while I was dealing with Baby R (she was hungry), I was informed that Little M had an accident and needed clothing! Uh oh! We searched the church for the diaper bag. Not to be found. I am so blessed by my church family. One lady took Baby R and kept her happy while I helped Little M, while another took CJ to the fire hall to get the diaper bag from the truck! And then, we were done at the church before the fire fighters were done at the hall and I was without a vehicle to get my five children home. Again, my church family came to my rescue. A couple guys went and picked it up for me. I knew someone else would take DH home from the hall. Once home, we’ve had a very relaxing evening.
What a weekend! Tomorrow starts a new week, leading to another very full and fun weekend!
Busy.
Fun.
Relaxing.
Festive.
