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Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Luke 2

Luke examines the snow outside on Christmas morning (notice, it's still dark).
Having Luke, age 2, around this holiday season made for a fun and, shall we say, energetic Christmas.  He actually did really good staying out of the Christmas tree and only partially unwrapped one gift before Christmas.  He has also loved (some) of the Christmas carols, particularly Jingle Bells and Angels We have Heard on High.  (If we elected to sing a different Christmas song at bedtime, he would yell at us and tells us no, although finally by Christmas he was warming up to a few others.) 
Cooper and Luke with the hymn books.
Macy is front and center with white sleeves.
The Gloria chorus of that last song has been belted out by his little two-year-old voice many a time over the last few weeks, on broken record mode.  Particularly in public, like in the long line at the WalMart checkout.  When the clerk complimented him on his singing, THAT's when he got shy, burying his face in my coat.  Jingle Bells was also pretty fun, since he doesn't really get any of the words, just the melody and some of the vowel sounds in the right places.  He was cracking us up on Christmas day, singing in the car on the way to Mark's brother's house, because he would just fill in the lyrics with whatever vocabulary words were part of his stream-of-consciousness as he watched out the window.  "Cars" and "outside" and "snow" popped up amidst the "Bee-Bo Bell", as did "cake" (he must have noticed the chocolate cake perched precariously on my lap.)  Luke also loved watching the kids' Christmas Singalong at the school and enjoyed applauding for everyone.

 How else did this walking two-year-old tornado contribute to the festivities?  Well, a favorite moment of mine happened a few days before Christmas break when I was innocently holding him on my lap during a show and he decided to rear back his enormous melon of a head.  I thought he had split my cheek open but turns out it just left me a dandy fine shiner for Christmas.  I had fun teasing Mark that everyone was going to think he was a brute (he says I just talk back too much.)
Jackie's shiner w/o makeup, about a week later.
Luke and the rest of my kids were extremely excited for our Haynes cousins to come visit us from Montana (usually we only see them at my parents' house) and to have a sleepover.  The weather was drizzly so we took a short field trip to the church gym and rode scooters around and played with balls.  The boys have particularly loved a wiggle scooter given to us by our wonderful neighbors and were excited to share it with everyone.  (I've been letting them ride it around on our shotgun stretch between the front and back door in the house.)
Rachel and Addaboo take a turn.

Macy was way excited to have a girl cousin to play with.

Bridger and Cooper thought this was a pretty cool pose and commanded me to take a picture.
Christmas Eve was particularly choice.  Crucial to success was to not have my expectations too high, and to be flexible.  We tried going to a movie that afternoon--but Luke refused to take a nap before or during, so Mark had to take him out about 1/3 of the way through.  Good thing it was free on our passes.  Next on the agenda was our dinner of "favorite things".  Everyone gets to pick a favorite food (we encourage a take-out item, but ice cream made the list a few times also) and then Mark drives around and gathers it up with the kids while I get the house and table ready to go.  This year we had Pizza Hut pizza (two kinds), sticky rice with peanut sauce from the Thai House, ice cream, Arctic Circle Yukon Gold french fries, ice cream, and orange chicken from Panda Express.  (If our budget was bigger we would have gone bigger, but everyone was happy with this and it made for some leftovers for Christmas lunch.)  Boston pushed for Subway but that is kind of hard to eat family style.  Luke is extremely picky right now but pizza is probably his favorite food, so this made for a nice, quiet dinner.  Other than the fact that he got done before everyone else, got down, and promptly threw a football onto the table.  Good thing I had left the candlesticks off.

Next up was games.  First the kids wanted to play spoons since they finally all kind of get how the game works.  Macy lost all rounds but one because she's pretty slow but she still enjoyed it.  Luke loved it a little too much; he sat on my lap and screamed when I tried to pass my cards down to Leslie.  We had to make her a separate draw pile.  Then I decided it was the year to teach the kids how to play one of my favorites, Taboo.  Macy reads so well I figured we could just pass the ones that the kids didn't know and it would go great, boys against girls.  Well, I forgot one very crucial part of the Taboo game--there is a really awesome buzzer.  Luke took one look at that thing and it was pretty much game over.  He wanted it, wanted no one else to have it, and wanted to continually hold the button down.  We had to box everything back up after about five minutes, amidst much weeping and wailing.  (Luke's.  I was keeping it pretty chill.)  Charades went pretty well, other than Mark being a party poooper and refusing to act out "flower girl".  Our last game was a big success; we played Mexican Jumping beans.  It's kind of like limbo, but instead of going under a stick, you have to hop over it.  We stack a broomstick on cans of beans and make everyone try to jump as the stack gets higher and higher.  (We allowed a couple of run-up steps on the last few rounds.) I lost big time, only clearing 3 cans before knocking the stick off.  Macy and the boys did surprisingly well.  Leslie and Mark did really well, with Mark the grand champion at 8 cans high, pretty impressive hops there Mark--must be all that volleyball on Saturday mornings with the fellas. Luke mostly kept out of the way and watched with me from the stairwell.  The kids were SO excited and cheering and screaming for their Dad. Boston took a video and Mark thinks it's funny to see that he was so excited he forgot he was filming it.

Last up was opening the Christmas jammies from my mom and reading the Christmas story from Luke 2.  (The kids had already acted out a nativity scene with their cousins a few days earlier, so we skipped that part.)  This could have gone better--Luke mostly ran around during scripture study (like he does every night) and distracted all of the kids (like he does every night.)  Need to work on this I guess.

Christmas Day dawned early--a heavy snowfall brought 5 AM snowplows past our windows and woke up half the kids.  They got back to sleep (but I didn't).  No presents before 7, so at seven we came downstairs to open the haul.  Fun stuff.
I thought Macy looked super cute in her new striped jammies and her striped tiger hat from Aunt Darcy that she has been wearing almost every night since Thanksgiving.

Luke didn't want to wait for breakfast and requested apples.  Not one, but two.  Well, they ARE red and green...

Loved the touch of sass in getting your husband coal for Christmas.

Cooper requested pretty much everything football related.  And some KitKats.

Cooper has loved playing this football with Mark.  It has the plays on it.

Unfortunately, Luke thinks the football is his.  I actually bought a smaller one for Cooper also to give Luke, but Luke knows which one is the good one.

Melissa and Doug brand Chopper toy.  BEST TOY EVER.  All these wooden vegetables and bread are cut into sections and then velcroed together, and the toddler chops them apart on a cutting board with a little dull wooden knife.  Super entertaining and fun for the other kids to stick the stuff back together.  After Luke opened this he just wanted to play and didn't want to open up any other presents.  Grandpa Day was a good sport to do it with him for a long time.

Some fancy stuff for my girly girl.  We decided to get her these after we found out that she'd been doing puppy dog eyes to the teenage neighbor girls with a "I never get my nails painted".

The boys were really cute with their new stacks of football and baseball cards.  This is what they both asked for, also blank pocket pages, (they both have a collection in a binder because they get one of Mark's old baseball cards every time they practice the piano) and they were so psyched, talking about the players all morning.  Mark was cracking up because, as he said, the level of expertise about the player and the level of excitement over "who" they got didn't match up very well.  They kept being stoked about these no-name guys, it was really funny.  I love Cooper's face in these pictures.

This Grandma knows her girl.  (Fancy Nancy).

Although the boys got Mario Cart from Santa, I caught the girls playing it together after their rooms were clean.
Mark had a cool surprise gift.  A few weeks before Christmas I got a random email from someone from Oak City, Utah, (where Mark's grandparents are buried) saying that he found a tape of Mark's grandpa Newel singing among his mother's effects.  Grandpa Newel was (in)famous for his fun folksongs with guitar and would do evenings of entertainment for ward dinners, etc.  We have heard some recordings of some of the songs, but didn't have any of them ourselves.  Anyway, this distant relative digitized every track on the tape for me and also sent us the original, so Christmas morning after the presents Mark and I curled up on the couch with our breakfast and listened to his Grandpa sing.  We laughed pretty hard and also laughed a bit in shock at the generation gap (some of the songs were very NOT politically correct--generations older than Newel even, and I probably won't let my kids listen to a select few.)  We laughed the hardest at one song I had heard a few times that has a verse about a fellow that realized his pants had split "I was losin' my desire to dance", because Mark split his good suit pants just a couple of weeks ago and I almost spoiled the surprise quoting that particular line at him.  Here's the link for you to enjoy the split pants song.  Listen for my favorite verse about the peacock, also.

The next few pictures are from the second week of Christmas break.  I took the kids sledding at a local amphitheater park that we have been to a few times.  It was really fun even though the snow wasn't that deep, and the hill was just the right grade for Luke to still hike up it himself, pretty impressive for a two-year-old.  Last year he cried when we even set him on the sled but this year he had no problem going down on the saucer on my lap.  It helped that the snow wasn't blowing up into our faces.
Luke, Macy and Cooper on the slopes.

Luke hiking up the hill by himself.

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