Christmas Meal

A late lunch. Everything a little overdone (a problem I have because I'm afraid the dish won't actually be "cooked"). But mashed potatoes (which is a favorite of my farm-boy husband), corn, baked chicken, sweet potatoe souffle, homemade crescent rolls, and raspberry gelatin with chocolate chip cookies for dessert.

Gifts

Here are pictures of each child's gifts. So that Mimi and Papa and Nana and Aupa can see what they "got" the kids.

Elizabeth:


Jonathan:



Phoebe:

Christmas Morn

Nice clean floor.

Kids dressed (by Elizabeth).

Hair not combed.

No breakfast to be had.

Get ready.... get set.....Go!




Now here's what it looks like after the whirlwind.

It actually doesn't look too bad. Phillip makes the kids each open one gift at a time, so it does cut down on the mess.

Christmas Eve Peek

After the church's Christmas Eve service (in which Phillip did a wonderful communion meditation!), we came home and let the kids open one gift that we had gotten them.

Elizabeth opened a package of Bible stories/songs (this was really for all of them, but we didn't tell her that. She got fewer things this year, but they were more expensive.)



Phoebe opened a miniature Nativity that she can play with.




Jonathan opened a Bible heroes puzzle.

Merry Christmas!

A little bit of early Christmas...

.... from some friends that we won't get to see on Christmas Day. Thank you!

Conscientious or Tattle Tale?

Jonathan seems to be more rules-oriented than most young children. He likes to make sure everyone obeys the rules, and if they don't.... well, he makes sure an authority figure knows about it. His peers would say he's a tattle tale. I prefer to think he's conscientious.

Today Phoebe got another snack to go along with the one she already had which is "against the rules" (She had hot chocolate and grabbed a candy cane). Jonathan started to say something to me, and Elizabeth interrupted with a snotty, "What... are you gonna tattle tale, buddy?". Then Jonathan comes into the "parlor" where I was knitting and silently pointed to his candy cane and pointed to Phoebe. I said, "Did you want to tell me something?" with a smile on my face. He said, "No, I just.... well, Phoebe...." I stopped him to talk to him about not tattle telling (he needs to worry about his own business and not whether everyone else is doing what's right: a legalist in the making, Phillip says), and then waited a few minutes before I went into the kitchen to take the candy cane from Phoebe. I had to smile at his attempt Not to tattle tale though.


Above is a picture of Jonathan dancing. He loves to do these crazy dances to make us laugh.