And during these little moments of reflection, I came upon confession #31: While preparing a Christmas morning surprise for Jacob (more of this later), I had to ask Philip where we kept the iron as I have not used it since we moved into this house (15 months ago).
Ok, I feel better now that I got that off of my chest. I will say that for not using an iron in fifteen months, I was quite handy with it today.
Christmas day will of course bring more goodies for this one.... this little one that now thinks that every wrapped present is his to unwrap. You can imagine how this went when we loaded up the presents under our tree this evening. "Mine?" he continued to ask as he stuffed his little paws into the goods. Not all for you, little one, we explained.
And then we set off continuing to teach our little man an important message... we give to others.
And when that lesson was good and over and Jacob realized he wasn't prying into the presents (which had to be re-taped... and so I apologize in advance if your present looks slightly mangled)... we geared up for a game of baseball.
I continue to be amazed at this twenty-two month old's determination.
Not only does he really focus on hitting the ball, but he also gets crazy upset if the ball doesn't taking a huge flying leap into the air.
And thankfully when assessing this problem, I was able to look through this footage and diagnose the problem: Little man is closing his eyes right when he makes contact.
Eh, he's still just a little lad....
And finally, Christmas Eve was upon us.
And twenty-three steps and three-and-a-half hours later later, Mimi and Poppa's present to Jacob was finally constructed.
Welcome, Jacob's new kitchen. My little sister said that between the cleaning supplies, vacuum, and kitchen, Jacob's becoming quite the housewife. Just like his momma, I suppose (there was loads of sarcasm in that statement if you didn't quite get the joke).
And when bottle time (yes, bottle time) had arrived, we snuggled up to read one of Jacob's newest, most favorite books. And the best thing about this present Jacob received from some dear friends in Wisconsin was that it came the main character as a stuffed animal. And this is pretty much my view every evening now.
The only dilemma we have with this story is this page:
Apparently, you don't "boot" balls, you "kick" balls, and you don't "knee" balls, you "thigh" balls... so every time this phrase surfaces in the book, we both get a little dissertation on the right way to do these moves.
Dad, are you kidding me?
Yes, it's a good time of year... a time to stay in because it's too stinkin' cold to head out (although some sledding may be in store for us tomorrow)... a time to cuddle up with the little ones we love... and a time to snuggle up with my husband and watch It's a Wonderful Life...
[Ok, I'm just kidding on the last part... but how picture perfect would that be? Actually, Philip asked me earlier today if I wanted to watch that movie this evening and I burst out laughing until I realized he was completely serious... and then I felt bad and told him if he really wanted to watch it, I would. Because that's what really good wives do on Christmas Eve. But no, we're off to snuggle and watch some crazy action flick instead. Almost picture perfect.]
... oh, it's a wonderful time to think about how ridiculously lucky I am to have all that I do.
Merry Christmas to you!
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