So I actually did some crocheting!

     So who else is glad that the holidays are finally over and done with?   All though, I have to say this is the best one in awhile!   My son is what made it for me this year, it was the excitement of watching him get all hyped up for the holiday.   I can enjoy that right?   Now I can't hold the removal of Christmas presents as a punishment over his head anymore.  Darn.  That was fun!   

I actually did some crocheting for the holidays!   Then I ended up giving the gift to someone other then the original recipient, but it was appreciated!  :)

Well, I have nothing else to say, so adios! 

Oh Christmas Barf...

Neeldepoint done by MIL

     Well, here is my one unqiue Christmas story that I will be laughing about next year.  You see, I woke up on Christmas day with headache pain.  Then it evolved into massive migraine, which then mutated into hammer head migraine.  You know the ones that are sinus related and make you feel as if your head is being pounded on with a hammer?  That is how it felt.  I took a Tylenol before I left, then took a sudafed to help the sinus pressure, and since neither of those stopped the pain, I got some Motrin from a gas station.  I was surprised how many people where in a gas station on Christmas.   Anyways.
Driving down the road I begin to feel nauseated and started to feel that genuine feeling of wanting to "spew" (Wayne's World reference lol).  Looked at my husband, "Uh, don't want to alarm you but I feel nauseated." That is when I noticed that we were now going speedily down the road.  

When we got to the MIL's house, I was fine, until I needed to go potty.  It's like I unconsciously thought, "I can't let it rip now!"  but my brain was saying "OH HELL NO!"  That was a lovely way to start my Christmas, but I made it through the day and the Motrin actually did help.  Oh and I had a lovely time at the inlaws house.

Screw you Tylenol.

My Bronner Ornaments

My little seahorse, wrapped in Christmas lights and wearing a santa's hat.

 The Gherkin Pickle ornament, supposedly German families put one on the tree for kids to find.  It was so the kids would appreciate the ornaments.

 The cocoa bulb with gold glitter etching.  This is the one my husband picked out.

 My nativity ornament.  I love this it's so pretty!

 This gold star is the ornament Santa gave my son.

 My giraffe ornament!  I absolutely love it.

This train is what I picked out for my son's ornament. 

Cookies on the brain.

When I was little, I had a great grandmother who made such lovely cookies.  She made snow balls, hershey kiss cookies, tricorn hats (they had jelly in folded up pastry), and many others.  I never thought making this silly cookies would bring back such fond memories for me.  These were happy times when I would go to grandma's house and sneak one out of thre freezer while she wasn't looking. 

She started making them for the Christmas season, and would freeze them as she went along.  Come Christmas time out came the containers and we ate till our heart's content.  On top of that we had lots of pumpkin pie and whatever else suited our fancy that year.  Nobody was allowed to open presents until everyone was done eating.  We had so many people come over that we had to have a kitchen table put in the living room and all the fixings were in the middle of the table.  The kids were made to sit at the kids table in the kitchen.  I guess this is what Christmas was for me.  Those times of pure joy when I ate my fill in cookies and then ripped open the gifts.

The kids would throw all the paper underneath the table and then crawl around in it! It made for fun times.  On ocassion before Christmas Eve we would wrap ourselves and try to get into the Christmas presents.  My cousin liked to open them the night before when everyone was asleep, then he would try to wrap them again.  Until he messed one up so bad that he had to get a whole new sheet of paper.  Perhaps that is why grandma gave up on buying us gifts and just gave us money!

Then my baby cousin came into our lives and we had fun torturing him before Christmas. We'd tell him Santa wasn't coming or pretend to call Santa and tell him that my cousin was bad and to give him a lump of coal.  He believed every bit of it. 

Now that I am a mom myself and have a beautiful child to take care of, I look forward to making these kind of memories for my son.  He's such a sweetheart and deserves to be happy.   I thought I would miss those times so much, but I find joy and peace in knowing that I can create those memories for myself.  Instead of mourning the past I can make and remake new times for myself and my son (and any future children).

Noah, Grandma, Mattie

I swear, I am in a love/hate relationship with Christmas this year.  This weekend my husband and I are going to Bronners in Frankenmuth, MI and I want to buy some Christmas ornaments.  Atleast two of them! 

Well, see ya'll later.

Not Posessed by the Christmas Spirit

Dear Christmas:

Since I don't believe in fictional characters, I am not writing a letter to jolly Saint Nick!  I used to like you, but since this Christmas started, I've had a real hard time getting into the spirit of Christmas.

You know I was thinking about that.  What caused me to start disliking Christmas?  I came up with several reasons.

Murder trial.
Family fighting.
Grandpa is gone.

Yeah, those are good enough reasons.  Atleast I still have my sanity and I don't hate everything, just don't like this whole "Christmas Spirit" thing.  I'd be perfectly happy not celebrating at all.  This holiday is supposed to celebrate our Savior's birth; however, I am greatful for that every day of my life.  I love the Lord and He is the most important part of my life.

Baking cookies didn't help.
Putting up the tree.
Listening to music.  Didn't help.

I guess I'll just give up on this holiday.

Sincerely,
Ivory