I already like 2015. I have a good feeling about it. Maybe it’s because 2014 was quacktastic. And, by that I mean 2014 was really good. We’ve got some mo jo going.
I am on my last day of Christmas vacation. Which is sad for me. I have enjoyed every single minute of this sucker. Even the minutes when I was coughing until I threw up. Just in case you wanted to know about that. There was some sickness somewhere in those vacation days. But, who could really notice with all the fun?
I think I can honestly say that this was one of the best holiday seasons I’ve had. And the reason almost for sure is because Eddie feels healthy. We’ve had lots of Christmas and New Years when Scott and I have had to make a mental note to smile in front of all the people we love. Because, that’s what you’re supposed to do at Christmas. You’re happy.
No one wants to sit around feeling sad when there are presents to be opened, and carols to be sung. Putting on a fake smile works. Just, for the record. You can trick yourself into having a better time by pretending to be happy. You can’t give in to how you really feel when you’re sad; sad sacks NEVER have a good time.
My family celebrated Christmas on New Years. My sister, Gail, and her husband and son from Colorado have been visiting. There has been lots of laughing, game playing, eating, movie watching, fire building and teasing.
I thought that some day my kids could put all the pages of my blog together into a book. If my grandkids (cross your fingers) and great grandkids want to know more about who they are, and where they came from, their parents can give them my blog to read. That is, if my kids are not ashamed of me. That’s a big “if”. Maybe when I’m gone, my kids will want to erase all traces of me. It could go either way.
Because I have this vision for my blog, I want to add a lot of our holiday photos. Too many to interest you, and I’m sorry for that. But, if you could just do this thing for my great grandkids, I’d be grateful.
Here was our Christmas: We played lots of games. The girls like to play cards. I’m okay with “Old Maid” and “Gold Fish”, but these girls like longer games that involve a little thinking. I definitely try to stay away from thinking whenever possible.
Grandpa and the boys almost always play Monopoly when they’re together. I hate Monopoly, but I love Grandpa and these boys.
The day turned into evening. The sparking cider came out, and let’s just say some things happened that are better off not being remembered. But, my camera was rolling. So, we have no choice but to relive these things.
Some of my sisters and I leg wrestled. Surprise! The one sister with long, beautiful legs, ALSO was the leg wrestling champ. So, thanks, God. Give her long, thin legs AND make her good at leg wrestling. Because, she needs more good luck. I would think that the least I could get in return for having legs shaped like cement blocks, is some strength. And, some kind of championship.
We also played a game that I found a bit boring, at first. One person had to go into a closet. Then, we appointed someone in the circle to be the leader. The leader had to make subtle motions. Everyone copied the leader’s motions. The person who was in the closet, now stood in the middle of the circle. That middle person had to guess who the leader was. I know. It’s complicated. I was getting a little tired of the game until Scott came out of the closet in a headdress:
The closet we had to wait in was filled with dress up clothes. Finally. The game seemed more interesting to me. We made a new rule that whoever was in the closet had to put on dress up clothes before they came out. Suddenly, I couldn’t wait for my turn. I didn’t have much to work with. A wig, a hat and a sweater. I came out singing, “Hello my baby, hello my honey, hello my rag time gal…” And, of course, there was dancing.
We ended the night with a hilarious gift card swap game. And, Grandma and Grandpa gave everyone some gifts too. Grandma gave her nesting dolls to Olivia and my niece, Naomi. Olivia and Naomi love to play with these dolls when they come to Grandma’s.
I drove the girls home after our party. The girls agreed that opening the nesting dolls made them happy, but it also made them sad. They decided they’re going to sneak the dolls back into Grandmas and leave a note with the dolls. The girls are going to say this: “Grandma, thanks for the nesting dolls. We like playing with them at your house. We know we’re going to have many more years to play with them at your house, so we’ll keep them with you for now.”
I knew exactly what they meant.
After the presents we sang a few carols. We also sang my nephew, Ryan’s, favorite song, “Love Like a Hurricane.” We shed some tears too; we miss Ryan. My niece, Libby, said a prayer, thanking God for reminding us of His love for us through the blessing of family. Then, then we went home.
A lot of the kids ended up in our living room:
As far as I can tell, the only bad thing about hanging out with Scott and my families, is that it eventually has to end. My kids always HATE getting to that part. Seriously, Zeke and Olivia go through quite a low point after every good bye. It’s hard for them.
THAT was our New Year’s/Christmas celebration. I hope you enjoyed your Holiday, and that you can easily recall all your blessings in this world. I know I’ve told you this, but for sure one of my greatest blessings are the folks who spend a few moments of their lives reading my blog. I’m so very grateful for that.
Happy, Happy New Year! Let’s make lots more happy memories this year.