Another Christmas has come and gone. I think Jess and I were a bit stressed this year leading up to the big event. Jess, because of juggling his mountain of responsibilities and preparing for finals and me, feeling like I had to do it all this year since last year I did very little. In any case, we got through everything with even a few days to spare before Christmas.
The kids were of course oblivious to any adult concerns and were in love with everything Christmas. It is fun to see how magical and wonderful everything is through their eyes. Christmas morning they actually slept in a little and then crept into our bed and we discussed if we should should wait for Grant to wake up. I think the answer was no but he woke up shortly after anyway.
The big present from Santa this year was a dollhouse that I grew up with as a child. We eventually passed it down to another family we knew, who passed it back to us when they grew out of it. To make it look new again my parents and I put in new carpet and wallpaper and repainted it. It was a bit of work but I think it is great when you can hand something down for so many years.
Of course what my kids wanted most this year were light sabers since they are huge Star Wars fans -since Thanksgiving. And I have to say, those light sabers are their favorite toys (along with their Darth Vader and R2D2 potato heads.)
Jess's big present, besides the gun he bought himself last month, was me paying off his student loan behind his back. Debt free!!...almost. My big present was an hour at a spa. I guess my stress this month showed a bit.
I don't live close to most of my family. One of the ways we stay in touch with each other is through this website called Spokt. We post pictures and tell about what's going on in our lives. Even my six year old has joined and now posts her own comments.
Well, you have to check this site out for two reasons. The first is that it is an awesome web site. The second reason is that the founder is giving away an iPod touch and I'd really like to win!
I got to go to the Mormon Tabernacle Choir Christmas concert on Thursday night. Thank you Sara for inviting me! I had never seen it before and it was really awesome. Their guest performers this year were Natalie Cole and David McCullough, the author of 1776 and John Adams.
Natalie Cole was actually nervous I think. Her first two numbers were a very breathy and a tiny flat. I thought to myself, "Am I actually critiquing Natalie Cole?" Yes, yes I was. It was still really cool to hear her. That is a once in a life time chance, and when she sang The Christmas Song it was perfect. I am pretty sure she has recorded that number because it sounded like the arrangement was made exactly for her.
David McCullough told about the history of I'll be home for Christmas and O Little Town of Bethlehem. He did a great job as only a historian of his caliber would. The MoTab sang behind him as he spoke and it was very moving.
I have to say that my favorite part of the whole evening however was the organ solo. Richard Elliot (who is my favorite Tabernacle organist) was supposed to play Good King Wenceslas. Well, it started out as that number, but it soon turned into the Nutcracker Suite. It was amazing. He was playing that organ so that it sounded like the whole orchestra was playing. He was pulling stops out everywhere, crossing his hands, crossing his feet and going a million miles an hour. When he was finished he got a standing ovation. It was amazing.
Every girl gets to the stage when she doubts herself, thinks she is awkward and wonders if she is good enough at (fill in the blank). Teenage years are the worst of course, but I wonder if most women still have a moment now and again. Because I had more than your average self loathing moments myself growing up, I have constantly told my girls how wonderful they are. Sometimes I think I overdo it, but apparently I don't.
Yesterday Reanne asked me if I thought she was pretty. I said of course I did. I told her she had beautiful hair and striking eyes. She interrupted me and asked, "But do you think my face is pretty?" I said that if I didn't think she was beautiful I wouldn't tell her so much. Jess, being a boy, assumed someone had told her that she was ugly and asked her as much. She got mad and told us that she just thought her face was ugly when she looked in the mirror. I was depressed for the rest of the day. My beautiful daughter who has lots of friends, has a cute little body, is smart, talented, and is only six already has self doubts. It's tough to be a girl.