— As the product of divorce, we travel all over God’s green earth celebrating Christmas. This year was no exception. Four Christmases this year = lots of booty for the kiddos.

— Yet, in it all, we kept reminding Brae that Christmas is Jesus’ birthday. Because Jesus is so special, we get to celebrate His birthday over a period of 4 days. And the reason we give each other gifts on Christmas is because the 3 wise men brought presents when Jesus was born. Giving gifts to each other is a way to celebrate the birth of Jesus.

— Brae must have sung “Happy Birthday” to Jesus about 10 times over the long weekend. When I would ask him how old Jesus is, he replied, “Jesus is 2.”

— When Brae woke up Christmas morning, he immediately started heading downstairs. I had to yell, “WAIT! Don’t go downstairs yet!”, as I quickly finished getting dressed, raced downstairs after him, in search of the video camera. “Don’t come down, Brae! Mommy has to get the video camera!” At that point, Brae was on the bottom step, but had not yet turned to see the tree or presents. I jumped over him, and darted toward the camera. Huffing and puffing, I turned it on, and said, “Okay, now you can come downstairs.” Brae smiled. Then he gleefully climbed all the way back up the stairs and started s.l.o.w.l.y coming down the stairs again. Cute kid — he thought the big excitement was him climbing down the stairs. Ha ha! When he did turn the corner on the last step, and saw all the presents that were not there the night before, he stopped dead in his tracks and his mouth fell to the floor.

— Brae’s birth family mailed to the agency a TON of gifts for him that I then picked up. We feel so blessed that his birth family has sent gifts to him each year, and a card with all their signatures saying how much they love him.

— Sienna’s genetic family also sent her a TON of gifts that were so special to us and meant so much. The best, by far, was a recordable storybook about Frosty the Snowman. The first page of the book opens with them all wishing her a first merry Christmas with her family. They say how much they love her and think of her and how they hope to meet her one day. I still have yet to read the entire book, because I can’t stop crying long enough to turn the first page. We are so blessed to have extended families that love our kiddos so much.

— Brae-ism: We are practicing putting on underwear the correct way. The other day, I must have told Brae three different times that the flap in the front indicates the front of his underwear, and that the solid part in the back indicates the back of his underwear. Yet, each time, he kept putting the underwear on backwards. Finally, sensing my frustration, he pulled off his underwear, held it out in front of him, stuck his head inside it, looked around, and then pulled his head out. “Mom,” he said, “there’s no map in there.” And then he walked away, naked.

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