all quiet on the western front...

except for the snow and wind...

I haven't been posting much lately. Not sure why or what that is (or maybe I do know and am choosing not to tell) but it certainly is NOT because there has been a lack of entertaining things to share about our children. These entertaining things are, and not in any particular order:
1. Thing Two puking every 15 minutes for 4 hours straight one night and continuing it into the following days. (I have the warning signs down completely, to the point now when anyone coughs I start to carry them to the bathroom despite their best protests).
2. Thing One's heart-warming Christmas program (Kindergartners saying We Wish You a Merry Christmas in ASL to piano music does produce tears).
3. Our new discipline response to all things defiant (lots of work has been completed around the house!).
4. Mom's work (oh wait... that's my stuff... never mind).
5. Mark being teacher extraordinaire at the Science Museum (oh wait... more parent stuff)
6. Our crayon artist.
7. Haircuts for all three (I am brave and they behaved spectacularly!)
8. The Thankful Prayer at meal times.
9. How many Christmas art projects can one hang in one's home?
10. And how to survive when your heart is walking outside of yourself...

It is quiet. Luke is at a movie. The children are asleep. I think Mark is too. I need to finish wrapping presents. And I wait rather impatiently to see how the snow will impact all of our travels tomorrow. I'm not sure if we will be able to get to my mom's house and I'm having difficulty imagining not being with her on Christmas Eve because I miss my dad/Bumpa.

Since my last post, I've read about one mommy blogger whose child drowned as she was tweeting. Yes, if you don't know what that is, suffice it to say it's not illegal, it just can suck away your time and attention, much like the internet and blogging can. But before I even knew about that event, I had noticed I was not posting much or tweeting much. I wondered what I was avoiding, but then realized, either I'm being a mom or talking to my husband or going to bed because I'm exhausted. And while I want to record these stories for them to read some day, I mostly find that I keep them in my heart and they will hear me tell these stories, the ones I hold dear, and that's more important to me than writing a thrilling post on a blog.

And so for my Christmas post:
My sweet William - deep thinker, superhero, feeler of ALL feelings, dark-haired independent, yet cuddling boy.
My monkey Henry - talk talk talk and then talk some more, fighting unknown demons and battles, sweet snorer and watching Will always to learn what to do next.
Special K - now a big girl - walking, babbling, singing, dancing, no longer the teeny babe I nursed in my arms, lover of shoes and climbing and giving kisses.
Merry Christmas my little ones.
My gifts from God.