This Christmas season has been a very busy one for our
family. I have hosted a party and been
to a numerous parties. Gabby saw Santa
Claus twice, made gingerbread houses, saw a performance of the “Gingerbread Man”
with puppets, made a gingerbread man and ate it, counted down the days until
Christmas with an Advent Calendar, made Mary, Joseph, and Jesus figurines, and
went to look at Christmas lights a few times while belting out Christmas songs. We did not forget the reason for this
season. No matter what we were doing, I
tried to incorporate and tie it back into Jesus’ birth and the true meaning of
Christmas. Even Mr. Elfis tried to show
Gabby that this season is about Jesus.
He read a Christmas Story one day and prayed over a nativity scene one
day.
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Mr. Elfis enjoying a roasted marshmallow |
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Gabby "helped" make cookies for the party I attended |
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Mess maker, the only way to have fun |
As a treat, I bought Gabby, Grandma, and I tickets to the
local Nutcracker performance since Gabby is obsessed with ballet. Poor Grandma wasn't feeling well the day of
the performance so we took
Gabby’s friend Addison instead. With all three of us very dressed up we
headed to the theater. Once we arrived,
they each picked out a Nutcracker ornament for their Christmas trees and then
it was time to find our seats and enjoy the performance. They loved the first half of the performance,
but Gabby was ready to go at intermission; however, Addison said she wanted to
stay so we did. Big mistake! Gabby
misbehaved through 75 percent of the second half even screaming out during the
performance and Addison informed me afterwards that she didn't like the
ballet. I think half of the Nutcracker
would have been the perfect length for a three and four year old. It is comical to look back on and I will
likely take Gabby again next year.
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All dressed up for the Nutcracker |
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Counting down the minutes until we leave for the Nucracker |
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Waiting for the show to begin |
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Intermission |
The crafts and reading lots of stories about Christmas
throughout December helped Gabby understand the reason for Christmas and helped
her excitement grow. I must say, my plan
worked a little too well. Gabby woke up
almost every morning in the month of December informing me that it was
Christmas Eve (even though we had an advent calendar with chocolate to help us
count down the days until Christmas).
One of the first days that Mr. Elfis arrived he wrapped about 20
Christmas and winter books so Gabby would have one a day to read. Gabby was so excited to see the wrapped gifts
that she opened her first book as soon as she awoke and then begged to open
more. I told her we could open one more
when Daddy got home, but that we were to open one a day. Well, Daddy arrived home and was working the
garage and I was washing dishes and when I looked up Gabby had opened ALL of
the books. When I asked her what she was
doing she simply said, “Mom, you were right they are all books,” in a
disappointed voice. Ugh! At least they weren't her presents and we were able to explain to her that she had to wait
until Christmas Day. She did a good job
following these instructions after her mistake, but did it quite
impatiently.
Michael, Nanny, Uncle Patrick, and I read two Christmas stories in recordable books for Gabby so she could enjoy the story of Jesus' birth and "The Night Before Christmas" any time she wanted. I think that we had as much fun recording the books as Gabby does reading the books.
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Daddy helping Gabby construct her first ever gingerbread house |
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Meticulously finishing her gingerbread house |
As a child I loved Christmas and couldn't sleep the night
before Santa arrived. It was my favorite
holiday. Now, as an adult, Christmas has
become my favorite holiday once again, but it’s different and even more magical
now, because I get to be part of making that magic. I love Christmas more as a parent than as a
child. There is nothing sweeter than watching
the excitement in Gabby as she does all of the things that go along with the
Christmas season. Merry Christmas
everyone!
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