White Christmas

Sorry about my last post. It was pretty depressing but honestly, I was feeling pretty low. I was scared that the flu was going to wipe us out and ruin Christmas. It didn’t amount to much though, a real short lived bug. Woo. I’m still battling with some blues but I’m functioning. I’m not sure if it’s cabin fever or that I don’t want to wear anything but pajamas.

It has been snowing a lot this month. There were no worries about not having a white Christmas. There was nothing but snow in the forecast for weeks. It’s the snowiest winter I can remember, not real deep but it’s been constantly coming down. The kids have had fun playing it but I think they have finally got tired of it. Perhaps my mood is being effected by the lack of sunshine. I usually enjoy the snow. We did manage to check out a few sledding hills around and we found our new favorite place. I don’t have any pictures but it’s so steep that even I got a thrill from it.

Once Emma stopped vomiting on Christmas Eve, we went to my grandma’s to spread the bug for the the traditional soup dinner and acting out of the nativity story. It was a quiet Christmas Eve because Emma and Isaac turned out the be the only kids there. Emma was weepy for her dearest missing cousin and also wanting to open up her one Christmas Eve present. Her whining just about drove me nuts. Playing Mary was about the only thing that cheered her (and me) up.

Isaac was Joesph. He didn’t want anything to do with dressing up and it turned out he was totally possessive of Baby Jesus. He wouldn’t let Mary have anything to do with it. There was hitting and crying and all kinds of battles between the young couple. It was ridiculous. Isaac eventually won the fight and was quite the tender parent. I wonder if he’ll be just as possessive with a new sibling? Lets just hope he loves it instead of hates it because other wise his little fists will be flying and that wont be good.

Christmas morning after I forced the kids to sleep in, we ripped open presents and listened to Emma whine about wanting more… We then bundled up and headed over to my mom’s for a delicious Christmas breakfast. Breakfast was delayed though because of the snow drifts in my mom’s driveway. Our car wasn’t even thinking about making it down the lane and we didn’t want to push the idea either. It was a couple feet deep in some places.  We had to recruit the men in the house and the neighbor with a digger (it’s farm country.) I wish I had a picture of that big machine pushing away all the snow. A lot easier then shoveling. Isaac was thrilled out of his mind to watch the digger at work.

Here is a picture of me on Christmas Eve in case anyone is wondering about the state of my belly. Yes, it’s getting bigger. Yes, we are both healthy. Yes, baby is still breach and yes, it is still bothering me.