It's March, so I guess now is a good time to talk about December. *rolls eyes* I'm annoyingly behind, as you know, because I point it out every time I write in this thing. Oh well, such is life.
Alex turned 3 on Christmas Eve. I always try to make the day as much about him as I can. I don't ever want him to grow up and tell me that he felt gipped in the birthday department, because, well, he is pretty much gipped in the birthday department. So, everything up until we go to Church is about Alex. He gets to pick what we do that day. If he wants to sit and watch tv in pj's all day, so be it. Well, this year, he wanted to decorate gingerbread houses with his "best friends", so we did it. And we baked. And we had a dance party. It was really a fun day for him.
The highlight is the radio birthday wish. For 3 years now, I've been in contact with the local radio station and they wish him a happy birthday on air. The first 2 years of his life, he didn't get it, but this past year--he was so excited! The DJ, Brett Radler, can't get over that I remember to do this every year and has been lovely about our' tradition' and seems to get a kick out of it. So, hopefully, Al will have find memories of this, and I plan on keeping it going for as long as we can.
So, anyway. After all that, we head to Church. We go to a new Church, now. And, I have to admit that for the first time in quite some time, I feel that we've found our spiritual home, if you will. So, it was our first Christmas Eve mass there, and it was beautiful. The kids were behaved (which makes it so much better) and it was just a lovely mass. When we came home, Grandma and Grandpa were here to help us celebrate Alex and to see the kids in their Christmas pajamas. I'm a sucker for traditions, so every year, Greg and I buy the kids new Christmas pajamas and a Christmas movie to watch. And yes, the pajamas match. I'm pretty sure I can only get away with them matching for another year, maybe 2, because soon my Bigs will be over it. *sigh* But, I don't want to think about that.
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| After Church |
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| Opening up their jammies |
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| #squaaaaa |
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| My furr-baby, looking rather regal |
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| Settling in for the movie. |
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