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2006 Is So Over

I can't believe it's really over. It came and went in 1.5 seconds. By far the fastest year I have ever experienced. Here are my personal highs and lows of 2006.

HIGHS:
-Meeting Jack Joseph Grant- our 5th child, 4th boy, and last baby.
-Selling our house.
-Moving into a great neighborhood and ward.
-Aaron coming home from his boating trip. (I seriously thought he was going to die, and prayed EVERY minute he was gone that he would come home in one piece.)
-Charlie beginning to talk.
-Max starting pre-school.
-Parker and Maddy maintaining awesome grades- both beginning new schools, making new friends, and just being all around good kids that would make any "step" mom jealous.
-Not cutting my hair.
-My Gramma moving from Bakersfield (where she spent almost her entire life) to Utah.
-Max and Charlie's first memorable trip to Disneyland.
-Our first annual "Mom and Sisters" weekend in Newport Beach.

LOWS:
-A physically difficult delivery of Jack.
-Realizing that he is my l…

Christmas Doesn't Come From A Store- Elder Jeffrey R. Holland

I wish that I had remembered this talk earlier- like before Christmas was over. But it was still good to read. I found it last year when I was looking for material to use in a lesson I had to give at Enrichment, it made a huge impression on me. I was 4 weeks pregnant with Jack. I don't think I even knew I was expecting. Having cried the entire way through reading it should have been a good indicator that a little "someone" was altering my hormones. Anyway, it really made me feel Christmas in a different way. A more special way. Save it for next year.


Christmas Doesn't Come From A Store.
"..It is here I stumble, here that I grasp for the feelings a mother has when she knows she has conceived a living soul, feels life begin and grow within her womb, and carries a child to delivery. At such times fathers stand aside and watch, but mothers feel and never forget. Again, I’ve thought of Luke’s careful phrasing about that holy night in Bethlehem:

“The days were accomplis…

It was a merry Christmas.

Our family's Christmas Eve tradition is to get together and eat REALLY good food. Grant and Kelly hosted it this year, and my mom made delicious taquitos and mexican rice. We also had our standard Christmas Eve menu- cheese balls and crackers, seven layer dip, peanut m&m's, and my Gramma's fudge and Wylie Mud (amazing treats that melt in your mouth.) My family is all about good food that makes you fat.

This year my sister-in-law, Kelly, thoughtfully started a new tradition... the kids dressed up and she read Luke 2. Parker was Joseph, Maddy was Mary, Jack was baby Jesus. Cate was the angel, and Max and Charlie were the cutest shepards/wise men I have ever seen. Here's proof that they were all so cute.

Anyway, it was my favorite part of Christmas Eve. Maybe it is because Jack is still my baby, but I was really touched this year thinking about Mary and the emotions she must have been feeling giving birth to the Savior of the World, in a stable. Last year I gave a le…

Just Be Done With It!

This is Aaron's response when I tell him I need to do some Christmas shopping. The problem is (and this happens every year) I never feel like I'm done. So I buy more. And then on Christmas morning, when the boys are completely involved in playing with the first present they've opened, I realize that I really only had to buy them 1 present... and promise myself that next year, I won't go overboard. But even as we speak, I am having anxiety that the kids won't like what they are getting. That they won't be totally enamoured with the first present they open. Hence, I need to go shopping tonight to finish things up before the weekend.

And really, I have nothing for Aaron. This is the first year that I have been totally lost about what I should get him for Christmas. "I'm open to suggestions." Any ideas, please send them my way.

And lastly, as much as I love Christmas, I will be happy when we are finally done with it, and the new year is here. Our real…