Merry Christmas Eve, everyone! We started the day off with some YUMMY buttermilk pancakes, made from scratch, thankyouverymuch. Seriously, they were delish. I got the recipe from the packaging of these:
They are so cool! I didn't use the molds today, we just did normal pancakes. Super yummy! My crew loves pancakes and each kid will eat their weight in them if I don't stop them! I made enough for tomorrow morning, too! Since we have church services tomorrow, this will save a lot of time in the morning.
I still need to finish a couple of handmade gifts. I know, I know....but procrastination is a fine art, and I am an artist. :o) Two of those gifts are to be given tonight (yikes!) when we open presents with Mr. Fiddle's family. I should probably jump on those, ya think? It'll happen.....no worries.
For the last several years, my oldest has read the story of Jesus' birth on Christmas Eve to the family. I love hearing the word of God come out of my child's mouth. I love that we are actively teaching our kids about the TRUE meaning of Christmas. Kids are naturally selfish, and the commercialism and consumerism that surrounds us makes it that much harder to instill a concern for others in children. I won't give up on trying, though! My oldest (12) once told me that his eyes tear up when he does something nice for someone else. I told him it is a powerful feeling when you put someone else first, making them feel special.
The little ones are beginning to grasp the concept, as well. The 4-year-old asked the 6-year-old last night why people put Christmas lights on their houses. Instead of saying something like, "So Santa can find them," he calmly said, "To let everyone know that it's Jesus's birthday." Score one for truth!
There are a few bittersweet aspects to this season, though. My grandfather passed away on Christmas Eve many years ago. I know my mom always misses him even more at this time.
This is our second Christmas without Mike's dad. I'll tell that story in another post, another time. We miss him terribly.
Mike's cousin, Josh, developed Acute Respiratory Distress Syndrome, and is now in intensive care in Houston. He is sedated and on a ventilator. He is only 24 years old, and I know his wife must be beside herself with worry.
Despite these things, we know that God is in control, and that we are all still very blessed. I pray your Christmas will be full of family, laughter, fun, and remembrance of the amazing, undeserved gift God gave us in His son, Jesus!
Merry Christmas to all!
I still need to finish a couple of handmade gifts. I know, I know....but procrastination is a fine art, and I am an artist. :o) Two of those gifts are to be given tonight (yikes!) when we open presents with Mr. Fiddle's family. I should probably jump on those, ya think? It'll happen.....no worries.
For the last several years, my oldest has read the story of Jesus' birth on Christmas Eve to the family. I love hearing the word of God come out of my child's mouth. I love that we are actively teaching our kids about the TRUE meaning of Christmas. Kids are naturally selfish, and the commercialism and consumerism that surrounds us makes it that much harder to instill a concern for others in children. I won't give up on trying, though! My oldest (12) once told me that his eyes tear up when he does something nice for someone else. I told him it is a powerful feeling when you put someone else first, making them feel special.
The little ones are beginning to grasp the concept, as well. The 4-year-old asked the 6-year-old last night why people put Christmas lights on their houses. Instead of saying something like, "So Santa can find them," he calmly said, "To let everyone know that it's Jesus's birthday." Score one for truth!
There are a few bittersweet aspects to this season, though. My grandfather passed away on Christmas Eve many years ago. I know my mom always misses him even more at this time.
This is our second Christmas without Mike's dad. I'll tell that story in another post, another time. We miss him terribly.
Mike's cousin, Josh, developed Acute Respiratory Distress Syndrome, and is now in intensive care in Houston. He is sedated and on a ventilator. He is only 24 years old, and I know his wife must be beside herself with worry.
Despite these things, we know that God is in control, and that we are all still very blessed. I pray your Christmas will be full of family, laughter, fun, and remembrance of the amazing, undeserved gift God gave us in His son, Jesus!
Merry Christmas to all!
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