Thursday, December 30, 2010

What can I say about Christmas 2010?  It was magical and relaxing and joyful -- all the things it is supposed to be.  The boys were so well behaved and we enjoyed a first time Christmas with my mother-in-law as well.  That was a special treat for us and the boys.  She made the Christmas eve dinner - Chinese food.  She brought a trunkload of gifts for the boys and spoiled us all rotten.  She gave Shawn and I not 1 but 2 nights out on our own - we relished that.  She and I even snuck (sneaked??) out for a matinee one afternoon.  Oh, and on Christmas day everyone napped - how awesome is that?!?  It was just about perfect.  

But I would be remiss not to share the early morning Christmas day wake-up.  Shawn and I awoke to the ripping of paper. Christmas paper.  The boys had tiptoed downstairs and plunged into their Santa gifts before we were even awake!  Worse, actually, Jackson had snuck (sneaked??) downstairs even earlier, grabbed his overflowing stocking and brightly wrapped package from Santa and went back to his bedroom and opened the gift, stashing the paper and box in the trash so no one would know he'd done so (yeah, right).  Then he proceeded to wake his brother and encourage him to do the same.  Thus the tearing paper Shawn and I heard downstairs.  Immediately I calmly proclaimed (OK, I yelled) WHAT ARE YOU DOING!??!?!  And immediately Holden froze and Jackson started to cry.  He knew he was busted.  He knew he wasn't supposed to be opening presents without us being there.  On Christmas eve I'd told him that when he woke up he could look through his stocking when he woke up but he had to wait to open gifts.  He didn't wait.  And there he was with his much desired DSi hand held game and I was left to imagine the joy on his face when he opened it, alone in his room.  The one gift I couldn't wait to see him open.  And now, a few days removed, we tell the story and can't help but laugh.  It will live on in the years to come as the Christmas Jackson opened his gift without permission.  And me thinks he won't try it again next year.  At least I hope he won't. 

And now for some pictures of the festivities...







Thursday, December 23, 2010

On the 2nd day of Christmas my true love gave to me...two boy cooperating!

It is the day before the day before Christmas.  The boys are in matching lego Star Wars jammies playing lego Star Wars on the Wii.  They were down stairs playing even before Shawn and I woke.  When I came down stairs there they were, snuggled right up next to each other.  I mean, they had an entire couch and they were sharing one cushioned section.  It was...spectacular!  Just 4 days into Christmas break and let me be clear, they have fought like cats and dogs.  They've also played together and laughed and ran around swinging their light sabers like pros.  We've had McDonald's twice for lunch this week - don't judge, they have a play area and we NEEDED that.  The had a playdate with Carissa's kiddos at Treehouse Discovery.  We had a mini-Christmas gathering with their pals Jackson George and Allie, which also culminated in an epic light saber battle (and a rousing rendition of "Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer" played by JG on the piano - stellar!)!  We've been to the library and Starbucks storytime and the ever-so-exciting grocery store (free cookie!)!  We've decorated cookies and made snow flakes and looked at Christmas lights and hunted for our elf, Fortnum, who hides around our house every morning and leads the boys on a hide-and-seek mission.  Overall, well, its just been plain fun.  They miss each other when Jackson is at school full time.  I miss them together when Jackson is at school.  Christmas break has been a great chance for them to get reacquainted with each other.  Sure, they fight and argue and usually someone gets hurt (Holden), but at the end of the day they are THE best of friends...when they aren't fighting over who gets to be Anakin Skywalker on the Wii.

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Christmas (and the croup)...

The holidays (and the croup) have hit our house!  Croup doesn't freak us out as much as it used to - we have the means to cope with it.  So it was just us hanging out at home for a couple of days waiting for the fever and cough to subside (which is quickly did thanks to meds and hot showers).  We did puzzles and decorated our gingerbread house and played the Wii and watched a ton of movies - including our first round of "Polar Express" which usually gets 4-5 viewings during the holiday season.  It was a chill few days, and everyone (knock wood) seems to be back to health again.  Happy Holidays indeed!










Monday, December 06, 2010

My boo-bear

We are very, very fortunate to have healthy children.  That was very much brought home to me after our friends' daughter was diagnosed with brain cancer two years ago (note: after treatment over the past 2 years she's now 100% healthy - hooray!!).  It sunk in, during that time, how a simple cold or even a bought of croup was nothing compared to what they went through with Kyra's illness.  My blessings were counted over and over and over...and I continue to do so.

That being said, that doesn't mean it isn't hard when one of the kids is sick or isn't functioning 100%.  Case-in-point: my boo-bear Holden.  He innocently went into his 4 year well-check appointment a few weeks ago and walked out with 2 appointments with two different doctors, 2 new medications, and a possible 3rd specialist in the wings.  Oh yeah, and 4 vaccinations - ouch!  We're working to fix some digestive issues that have plagued him for a long, long time.  It doesn't help that he's barely on the growth charts for his weight and eats very little food.  This has not been fun to cope with, digestive wise, and I feel for him as he struggles with it at such a young age.  And then there are his teeth - his dentist pointed out that they are wearing away and chipping and blamed it on acid reflux.  What???  Fortunately a trip to his pediatrician and a pediatric dentist proved that he simply chipped his front teeth somehow and the alarm that he was dealing with another digestive problem was put to rest.  Then he failed is vision test.  Not a big deal. I thought he was just being squirrely and not wanting to cooperate.  After 2 hours with the pediatric opthamologist today those suspicions were confirmed-  his vision is perfectly fine and he was being, well, 4 the day of his first appointment.  It wouldn't have been a big deal had he needed lenses, but with all the doctor visits in the last 2 weeks I'm just glad he's in the clear for most of the "hysteria."  He's 4, not 94.  I'm thankful, obviously, that overall his health is great.  We'll manage the tummy-troubles, and if possible, I'll be able to keep him clear of any doctor visits for a long, long while.   Oh and his eczema is acting up, too.  Yeah, that doesn't seem like such a big deal any more...