On my mind…

When I think about this month, I try to think about all the memories and traditions that we uphold.  I feel like my mind is always multi-tasking.  Wrapping, mailing, buying, spending time, giving hugs, snuggles, kisses and time.  As a mother, we multi-task all the time but, Christmas just seems to make it worse.

I recently read an article, it can be found here.  I wish that I would have read it before the holidays started.  It certainly helped change the way I feel about all we try to squeeze in this month.  So often I find myself just rushing so I can just get it done.  When really I should be taking my time enjoying the things I choose to do.

We are taking the time to slow down and enjoy.  What have I been up to lately?

Today, I am still in my PJ’s.  I have been playing and snuggling with Isaac all day. 

I chose not to deep clean my house this week, and make treats instead.

We had a great night of fondue and laughter.

We drove around to look at the lights together and buy gifts for each other.

I had a great girls night out with some of my girlfriends.  It was like happy medicine.  We laughed and laughed.

I am thankful that my kids are realizing that Christmas really isn’t about a day.  It is about the feeling that you feel for a whole month.  I remember loving that feeling when I was a child.  I remember one Christmas in particular that the magic of the holiday was so strong.  I remember it starting for me on Thanksgiving day, and each day after that was wonderful.  I remember making decorations for my room, going sledding, and helping deliver treats for our neighbors.

Now, as a mother, I realize how much work that was for my parents.  I have begun to understand their sacrifice a little more.

When I begin to get overwhelmed, I seem to get a little anxious.  I have found a good prayer helps me organize my thoughts and helps the anxiety go away.

Right now, I am enjoying Isaac so much.  Even though he can throw fits with the best of them, I have begun to understand that he is animated in everything he does.  His fits are a little over the top, but that means that his love, smiles, and excitement are too.

He gets excited about the smallest things.

When he is excited, his face just lights up. 

He also says the funniest things.

Yesterday when I asked him if he loved his family he said, “Yes, I love you mommy.”  I said, “do you love Jex?”  He said, “No, He kind of stinks.”  (I had been teasing Jex the other morning that he had bad breath. I think Isaac heard me.)

One evening he was crying in his bed.  I went in his room and asked him what was wrong.  He said, “my bed.”  I said, “what is wrong with your bed?”  He replied, “it is freakin me out.”

I have really been enjoying my Christmas lights.  It has been fun having them on the bushes this year.  I love walking outside at night and seeing them. 

I also enjoy my wreath that I gave a little facelift.  Isn’t it fun.

…and the wreaths on m windows.

I love coming home to our home at Christmas.  I also love walking into our home at Christmas.

My entry way table makes me smile.  I am so glad that I decided to hang this Merry Christmas Banner here.

 

I have been worried that I am going to gain 20 pounds over the holidays with all the yummy treats.  AHHH!!  I did however find a treadmill at the goodwill this week for $65.  It felt so good to climb on it and go for a run yesterday.

When my mind is swimming there is nothing better then a nice run.

 

Over Thanksgiving, Jonathan and I slept in Tessa’s room with her while our company was here.  Our plan was for him to sleep on an air mattress on the floor while I slept in Stella’s twin size bed.  We were so tired the first night that we just ended up sleeping together in a twin size bed. 

Now that is love.  For the rest of the weekend we snuggled up in a twin size bed.  I have never been more comfy.  King size beds are not for me.  After 11 1/2 years I still like to snuggle.

Tessa and I have been sick for 3 weeks.  I am sick of being sick.  I am thankful for my loving husband who has to be a doctor at work and one at home.  He helped take care of me all day on Sunday. Now today, I still don’t feel  100% and he can prescribe something for me.  There is so much to be thankful for.  I hate being sick, but I am blessed.

…and that is what is on my mind.