Christmas Pageants, Magic and More....

Yesterday we took Warren, for his first time, to Disney's Magic Kingdom...thanks to our friends, Rob and Suzi!!  It was, to say the least, amazingly magical...especially since it's been about 15 years since Chris or I had been.  On the way home, I asked Chris, "What, if anything, would you do differently about today?"  And, neither of us could think of a thing, except "Eat dinner at a different restaurant."

We had a great monorail tip (thanks to my friend, Rachael), which saved us tons and tons of time.  We were able to ride every ride that we wanted too, without waiting more than 30 minutes!  Then, we thought we might just see how things panned out, if we could stay around for the electrical parade (which I had never seen before).  It wasn't until 9:00pm, so we weren't expecting much.  However, Warren was a champ!  And, we just happened upon what we think was the best seat at the park!  We were right on the curb on Main Street...where the characters could see Warren and wave...and some even came over to him!  Then we hung around for the fireworks and .... made an easy escape out.  Truly magical!

And tonight we watched the most adorable Christmas pageant ever!  We had a Christmas Eve Eve service tonight at church, where all children were invited to wear a costume and participate in recreating the nativity.  Warren picked an angel costume, although...he said he wasn't Gabriel, because Gabriel had a different kind of a halo (the kind that stand up on your head, not the kind that just sit on top of your head).  He's been very "mommy-ie" lately, and he got two shots today (and because of those shots...until about 30 minutes before church, he wasn't able to walk)...so I was totally surprised when he went up on stage.  However, he looked like he could cry at any given moment.  Needlesstosay, this is about as good as the pictures get.  He also took his first communion...after which he said "Mommy, I'm weally hungwy after that."

 

I'm working my way backwards.  For Thanksgiving this year, we all went to Richmond, VA to visit Pj and Amy.  Mom and I loaded up the boys and drove straight through Sunday....14 hours!  Chris and Harriet flew out and joined us on Wednesday.  While it was exhausting being in someone else's house (no crib, no babyproofing...complete with stairs), we sure had a good time.  Warren LOVED seeing all the colors on the trees and feeling the cold weather.  He loved playing in the leaves and rolling down hills and riding on Val.  (Harper didn't so much care for Val.)  We got to see a bunch of animals, and even feed some goats.  And, Harper...at this point, was still crawling (or so we thought) around. 

Ninevah, Ninevah, City of Sin...

It's been forever since I've blogged and thanks to my dear friend, Yadi, I'm back.  I've realized that since I haven't had time to keep up with baby books, I need to have some way to remember these amazing times we call life.  So, I've come back to the blog....mostly for my own sake, so bare with me.

I've been very excited about Christmas this year, knowing that this was the first time Warren really kinda "got it."  Seeing Christmas through your children's eyes is unbelievably fun!  Chris and I are having such a good time, amidst the business of the season.  Since we have two boys....they're bound to get stuck doing some girlie stuff.  So, we sat down last weekend to make Christmas cookies for Santa.  (Yes, we know it was a couple of weeks early, but Santa doesn't really care for the cookies anyway...so, what's it matter if they're stale?)  After decorating one cookie, Warren ran off and left me to decorate the rest.  A few minutes later, "Super Pablo" comes running in (complete with a cape and bike helmet), yelling "Mommy, these are the bad girls.  Super Pabwo is taking them to Ninevah."  So, there I sat...having a jolly time decorating my cookies while Super Pablo sent the bad girls to Ninevah...not quite the Hallmark card picture I had in my head.

Meanwhile, we had been waiting and waiting for Harper's first steps.  He'd been crawling for quite some time and we knew he was close to walking.  Warren walked when he was about 9 months, so waiting over a year seemed like forever for us.  Needlesstosay...two weeks ago I went to pick up the boys from school.  Like I do everyday, I picked up Warren first...then we went to get Harper.  Walking into Harper's room, he made a bee-line for me, crawling across the room.  His teacher, Ms. Chelsey, picked him up, stood him up on the ground and said "Harper, get up off that floor."  And sure enough...Harper just walked right on over to me.  Warren and I stood there, stunned.  I looked at her and was speechless.  So, while we had been carrying him and bringing things to him....who knows just how long he'd been walking.  Smart little booger!