Could it really be two weeks since I was last on Share? It has been an insane time. Happy to be back. I have had you in my thoughts.
Holidays for the Schweitzers……..Hmmmm….more of the same…CRAZY!! We traveled to my brother’s this year, and my sister joined us there with her family as well. My most precious gift this year was seeing my kids with their cousins (eight kids in all, aged 9 and under) for Christmas, and reliving the old family traditions from my growing up. I am quite literally tearing up just thinking about it. My parents split up when I was 18. Things haven’t quite been the same since. And then having a family of in-laws to spend Christmas with as well changes so many things. This year, we were JUST with my family, and we did everything we could to make it like when we were kids. It was awesome; so beautiful to be with my brother, sister, and mother; so much fun to hear and watch our children play together; so precious to remember WHY we were together and what we were really celebrating.
Christmas Eve growing up always included church, a dinner of enchiladas, and then unwrapping family gifts, followed by hours of trying to get kids to sleep so Santa could come. During the Christmas Eve service (when I wasn’t in the bathroom with Ethan who is still in the throes of potty training – hit or miss), I fought to hold tears back as we sang the familiar Christmas hymns. Then back to my brother’s for dinner. My kids now find nothing strange with the enchilada dinner. When Michael and I first got married, my in-laws must have thought I was a bit nuts when I insisted on enchiladas for dinner on Christmas Eve!!!!! The kids were nearly frantic with want – WHEN ARE WE GOING TO OPEN PRESENTS???!!!!!!!!!! Every five minutes, one or another of the kids would ask. Ethan was at the end of his rope. I actually have a picture of him sitting on the floor in front of the piles of wrapped gifts, tears rolling down his face, desperation setting in. And then finally, it was time. In a matter of minutes, the beautifully wrapped presents were reduced to a pile of half empty boxes and torn paper. I knew when I saw my children jumping up and down in joyous rapture that we had done well in our gift selections. And when Michael actually started opening the boxes to take out his new “toys”, I knew I’d scored there as well. Presents opened, exhaustion set in, but the kids were not ready to give up quite yet. Warnings of Santa passing by the house were finally heeded and eight children finally settled into sleep. We breathed a sigh of relief, did our duty as parents, and went off to bed ourselves.
Christmas morning was pure chaos. Michael put the video camera on the tripod and let it go, recording the moments of happiness and fun. Ethan was so happy to find a Diesel car for his Thomas the Train set. And then he proceeded to drop it on the floor as soon as it was out of the package. Tears flowed when he realized Diesel’s claw had broken off. DARN! But, nothing a little glue wouldn’t fix and Diesel is as good as new!
We got home safely yesterday, but not after taking 8 1/2 hours to drive what normally takes us 6 1/2 – 7 hours. It seems Ethan has some kind of bug. His tummy doesn’t like him very well right now. I’ve had to put him back in diapers for a few days. Poor little guy. He is very unhappy, and we haven’t had a solid poop (TMI, sorry, but we hear a lot about poop here at Share!) in three days now. It was not a good drive home. But we did make it, and have so many awesome, wonderful memories of Christmas 2006.
I hope you all had a beautiful Christmas, and wish a blessed 2007 for you!