Christmas is in full force over here. Packages arrive daily on our door step, sugary pine scented wax melts fill the air with their woodsy aroma, Christmas movies are shown nightly thanks to our DVR, soft jazz Christmas music plays all day, & pine needles riddle the carpet where the cat went round thirty four with the Christmas tree.
Being a mother during Christmas is one of the most marvelous experiences of my life. The joy & excitement they carry in their hearts instantly transfers to you & then your heart, filling it with all of this extra holiday love. The kind that makes you wonder how you got so lucky to raise these kids & how blessed you are to be a mother at all.
Our holiday missions this week: gingerbread house construction & Operation Sosa Christmas Tree.
The boys got their construction werk on. Aiden ate more than he decorated with, but that's sort of what it's about anyway, right? Evelyn got in on some frosting action from my finger. Jazzy Christmas music played softly in the background while Jacob & I marveled at our boys & their creation. It was the perfect magical holiday memory I hope they will cherish years from now.
Operation Sosa Christmas Tree was anything but magical. We scheduled our tree picking mission after Collin's chiropractor appointment & Jacob's eye appointment. By the time we were through with doctors, the kids were annoyed, antsy, & just plain bored. Evelyn was pre-nap drunk & so cranky, by the time we strapped her into her carrier she was just over us. When we let the boys out of the car, it was breaking open Hoover Dam. They were just so happy to be free & ran around that Christmas tree farm like a couple of banshees. Just for fun, a piece of string or fuzz that I am certain was made of razor blades decided to land inside of my eye. Carefully attempting to remove it from my eyeliner-ed, mascara-ed eye did not go over well in the Arctic wind that suddenly came for a visit; so while J was picking out a tree I was Jolly Roger-ing my way though razor blade fuzz with black tears rolling down my cheek, Evelyn strapped to my chest, & corralling Moe & Curly away from cars & chainsaws. I managed one iPhone photo through my fog of mascara stained vision.
Somehow, we all survived through my fuzz-induced fog & J got the tree strapped to the roof of the car. We hit up a fast food chain & jumped back on the road to home. I was daydreaming about eyedrops & make-up remover...& naps for everyone...when we heard a crack & saw our Christmas tree fly behind us into the road. By some sort of Christmas miracle (hallelujah), no one ran it over & it was virtually unscathed. We eventually made it home & we all collapsed into a pile of mush. But the tree gazing? Oh, how it was worth it.