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I don't ski, I don't drink craft beer and I don't have a dog, but by golly I am a real Colorado native girl.  So now you can still believe in unicorns!  Here's my ode to motherhood, you know because all of us bloggers write like we were the first, only and last mama out there.

Feels Like Christmas

Feels Like Christmas


I know it's already 2015, but I was busy soaking up my little family these past two weeks. This year was pretty close to feeling like Christmas to me as it felt to me as a kid.  When you have children, you get to relive all of that excitement and joy again, but in an altered way.  We set cookies out for Santa, delicious ones we had decorated with Nana a couple days earlier, even though Remy is still way too young to understand what Santa is and how much he loves them with milk.  Putting the kiddos to bed Christmas Eve was what we like to call a "rough landing" in our house- means we were in and out of rooms or up and down stairs a couple of times before they were finally settled.

Of course!  They must've felt the energy!  We set out to build this spectacular kitchen Baba found for Remy ON Christmas Eve mind you, the LAST one at the store, and it only took us until 2:30 am to complete...After fourteen pages of instructions, and a stubborn door that we put on incorrectly about three times, we finally did it!  I set all the wrapped presents out that we had and I snuck this picture of the glowing tree that early morning just after Santa came and left their stockings and I headed up to a cozy bed.

Christmas Day couldn't have been more perfect.  We opened presents and stayed in loungewear all day, into evening.  The girls played with their new gifts.  I found a special doll for Remy with a moving toothbrush like Baba's.  It wasn't quite what I had set out to find, but when I saw her brown pig tails and the toothrbruch, I just knew Remy would love it.  She did!   Baba gifted her the incredible pink kitchen that she is getting to know more and more every day, and HE was the one who thought f it all by himself.  Arlo got a new chair to sit up in, miraculously found it on clearance as it had been re-packaged and a couple new teether/rattles.  I had stocked up on a big stack of books for the girls I had scouted from thrifting, while not a WOW factor that morning, we are loving our fresh new bedtime stories lately.

Of course, Baba completely spoiled me.  He always does.  Mama has a new tripod AND a new flash!  We played around with my new photography toys later that day, taking a couple family selfies in front of the tree.

The magic of Christmas sort of fades as you enter adulthood, and I always wondered if it would come back.  I remember when I was young, I loved it so much I would wrap items around the house and gift them back to people. I also used to have this wooden high chair and I would put it in the middle of my bedroom and I would hang toys on it as ornaments and make a Christmas tree out of it.  Embarassing, but true.  As I got older, I would try to stay up as late as I could and help my momma wrap what I could see of my siblings' gifts before Santa would come.  I remember camping out in the living room floor with my siblings and cousin and we would wake up before the sun and sit around as Dad would pass out gifts for us to open while his coffee brewed.

This year felt like those years.  The  magic came back when we had our girls.  Children hold a special key to these sorts of feelings, and I am so very blessed to have been given those two gifts.

While I don't have a church I call home today, my Christian faith burns strong and I am thankful for our Savior Jesus Christ.  I am so grateful for everything he has blessed me with.

2015 started off rocky with me being in a silly, terrible, no good  mood on New Years' Eve, but my hubby managed to scare me straight with a good attitude adjustment.  Perhaps a huge plumbing issue in our basement had something to do with my sourness.  We decided that the 4.5 ft. pipe with a hole in it from under our basement floor was probably the worst this year has in store for us.


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Book Club (two)

Book Club (two)

Baby's First Christmas: A Gift Guide

Baby's First Christmas: A Gift Guide