Christmas 2009

This year was our first in our 10 years of married life that we spent Christmas eve and morning on our own. Brandon won't admit it to anyone else, but we both enjoyed just our little family. Getting the kids to bed was easier, as was crowd control in the morning. Plus, it was fun to enjoy each of the kids and their excitement at the pace they were setting. Being far from our own parents and families, somehow we lucked out to be included with Jared and Janet and theirs for a few holiday festivities. Last minute preparations was more than I could handle and Janet saved us by feeding us every night the week of Christmas and even Christmas morning. I had grand plans for a fancy dinner for the kids, but never found the time amongst all the chaos. I've decided I'm going to have to reschedule that event for a year when I do not have a newborn or toddler.

At the onset of the school break, we sat down as a family and wrote a list of what we wanted to do, creating traditions along the way. I got so caught up in marking items off the list, I haven't had time to relax. I don't know what possessed me to think we had to get everything done in one week before we hit the road to make our rounds to the families in Utah and Idaho. I didn't comprehend we could continue with activities while visiting family. Needless to say, I'm worn out and next year RELAXING will be on the list. :) But for this year, this was the list. Skiing, looking at Christmas lights, making cookies/candy, neighbor gifts, movie at the theatre, late night movie at home, ice skating, write down testimonies, read Christmas Stories, secret basket, give gift to Santa to give to another boy/girl, and fancy dinner.

Here's some photos of the season. The Sunday before Christmas we were miraculously ready in time to take pictures before church.


When Christmas morning came, Drew was up at 1:30 AM. He got stuck in between his and Corbin's beds and was crying he had to go potty. After that he was in our bed. Most nights either he or Corbin or both end up in our bed. So it was no surprise that Corbin was next at 4:00 AM. Problem was once he remembered it was Christmas and found all of Santa's goodies in the family room, he was WIDE AWAKE. We forced him back asleep - in our bed - and tolerated the wakings again at 5:00 and 5:30, asking if it was time yet. At 6:00 the boys were finally asleep and Brandon's alarm went off. I about kicked him! (Of course Brandon slept through all the night wakings.) However, Jake woke within minutes of the alarm and so the day started.

The kids had a blast playing with everything Santa brought them. Audrey couldn't believe Santa got her a bunkbed for her American Girl. It even has a closet to hang up clothes at the end. Which of course was full by the end of the day.


Corbin was less enthused with the big shiny bike as he was with the remote control helicopter. Apparently Santa brought him one last year at grandma's house and it broke. The week of Christmas he happened to find the remote control and it had a phone number on the back. He propped it up to the phone base and dialed the number against his mother's wishes. Brandon had told him that was the phone number to Santa's workshop. I don't even know what the recording said. But Corbin could hardly believe Santa had brought him another one. His phone call must have worked.


Drew spent all morning on his new roller coaster. Everyone learned real fast not to get in the path of the Drewster. After a little while he grew bored of the seated car and maneuvered his new Spiderman scooter on top of the track. Funny thing was until he learned to balance, he ride only a few feet and then bail, throwing the scooter to one side while he jumped off the other.



Finally, it was no surprise that Jake's favorite Christmas gift was wrapping paper. The noise, the texture, the taste...he just couldn't get enough of it.

Christmas Stockings

Some things in life are meant to be. And when you know that…it is such a great feeling. Whether life’s turn of events were expected or not, you learn to accept or reject and then make the most of it. William James said, “The greatest discovery of my generation is that a human being can alter his life by altering his attitudes.”

My cousin recently posted an entry on her blog about her "opportunity" of infertility. I know they have struggled, but that doesn’t lessen her positive outlook she has chosen to take. I respect her determination to never give up. And being that we are related, I’m going to credit that strength to our grandparents, Dave and Arlene Bishop. They definitely taught their posterity to be hard workers, be positive, serve the Lord, and never give up!

What I marvel at is that Heavenly Father can teach us so many similar lessons in so many different ways. Our particular “opportunity” shows up in a direct polar opposite. FERTILITY!!! That’s right…let your mind wander and your eyes read faster. We are expecting baby #5 September 4, 2010. Just 15 months after Jake was born. I can’t even TRY to hide this baby. I barely got back to my pre-pregancy weight and fitting a few of my old jeans only to find they didn’t fit the following week. Actually, hiding this one may be the easiest of them all. Everyone can muse that I “just” HAD a baby and my belly should look like that, but I like sharing the excitement that our family is growing.

To answer the looming question…yes, we were trying - that is, after we had the initial wakeup call a couple months ago. We have planned on another child, and thought we would wait longer, but after a series of events, we opted to get the show on the road. We are anxious to have our family complete. Although, I am overwhelmed by the idea of another pregnancy and another child. Many days I feel like I am barely surviving as it is. I have equated the calling of motherhood to one of those church callings that you shake your head and think, "Heavenly Father got this wrong. I am not the person for the job. I can't possibly do what He's asking of me." And yet, as a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, we are reassured that God will qualify us to do His work. If we are on His errand, we are entitled to His help. I know I am on God's errand. Left to my own carnal will and desires, our family would have been complete years ago.

It's funny how in the same instant I am scared to death, my heart is full. I couldn’t be happier that we have another little one on the way. My kids are so fun and cute that who wouldn’t want more of them. (Please call me on this when I’m cursing the sight of another diaper, another ruined piece of furniture, another school project, or another child that doesn’t listen to a word I say.)

On Christmas morning, the family found the extra stocking I had set up with the pregnancy test poking out of the top. Of course then I had to explain to my kids what a pregnancy test was. They were disgusted and fascinated at the same time. Later in the day Corbin asked me if I was having triplets. I had to laugh. I told him no. He asked, “twins?” I told him I thought there was only one baby, but would not know for sure until I went to the doctor. He thoughtfully asked, “Would the stick know?”



Truth be told, it’s a miracle we are pregnant, but it’s my feeling that’s what Kate was looking for. A miracle.

I have had several dreams, but until any one of them comes to fruition, it’s hard to trust what’s imaginative and what is inspiration. Kate is a darling little spirit that has been a part of our family for the past 2 ½ years. I have had experience after experience to confirm she is real and can hardly wait to meet her in person. She has become a constant thought and I have already created space for her in our home.

Some question, what if you are not pregnant with a girl? Well then, I return to my opening statement. Some things in life are meant to be. Maybe ALL things are “meant” to be. If we have a boy, he's in great company. But I'm going to need some suggestions for "K" names. :)

Holiday Baking

We had some friends come to visit with three young children whose ages match ours almost perfectly. And considering this was the first day of Christmas break, the kids were giddy to be out of school. It was so cold outside and we had so many little ones, we had to find an indoor activity. And what better activity to take up an ENTIRE day than Sugar Cookies. Making the dough, rolling it out and cutting shapes, cooking, and then decorating. The kids had a great time, but by late afternoon, I didn't care how cold it was outside, they were escorted out to sled on the ice still left on our driveway. Tons of energy and excitement with a healthy dose of sugar made for some wild hoodlums.


I love how Corbin wears his apron but I'm not sure it's doing the job it was designed to do. :)


Drew had the best time playing in the flour. He dumped his entire bowl on top of the dough and let it sift through his fingers.


Here's Audrey and Lexie. They were most intrigued with the decorating part. Audrey has been taking a cake decorating class at school once a week and has gotten pretty good. I should have taken some pictures of her finished cookies.

Upside Down Christmas Tree

I think a post without a picture is not nearly as intriguing. Which is why I think I do not blog as much as my intention holds. I have several posts I want to catch up on, but each of them require me to download pictures off my camera, edit if needed, and then uploaded to blogworld. :) If you blog, you feel my pain and regret.

Well, tonight, I will not disappoint, as I have done my duty to download pics.

I have a friend who shared with me a line from her grandmother's letter she received years ago. I think her grandmother was inspired to pen such wisdom. She said, "Create beauty in life. It will reward you with the joy of living."

On some level, I think each of us do just that. But sometimes someone's else's beauty is worth sharing because it will reward many!!! My Aunt Janet has several gifts and talents, one of which is decorating. When she redecorated her living room last year, she lost her Christmas tree spot. So, this year, she created a new one...from the ceiling.


After scouring the valley for a pre-lit tree that did not hinge, she found one that she was able to mount with one heavy duty hooked screw. Fortunately, the ceiling already had a rope light installed, which meant an outlet was available for the tree lights. I think she did a great job.

This is the chandelier above the dining room table. The picture does not do it justice. I love that is looks like another inventive version of a Christmas tree.


And finally, the "manly" additions would not be without some festive decor. When my Uncle Jared and cousin Tyson sent home SEVERAL animals from their African Safari hunt, Aunt Janet made the best of it and hung those heads with pride. :) Pumba takes his post as the welcoming committee near the front door. And at this time of year? The mounts receive a wreath while a red Santa hat adorns the ugly toughed-skinned, hairy headed warthog. Too bad I don't have a picture of that! Then again, this post is about beauty. :)