Guess I blew the blog hop, didn’t I? Here it is, the day after Christmas, and I only just now remembered, oh yeah, I was doing that blog hop thing. 😀
We had a very nice Christmas. It was just us, so on Christmas Eve, I introduced the kids to the wonders of clam chowder in bread bowls. It was a huge hit. My recipe made so much chowder that we ate the rest for dinner on Christmas Day. Sans bread bowls. Since those were already gone. 😀
For dessert, I made this stuff we call mint cake, but is more like mint brownies. My mom made them every year for years, so I’ve decided to make them a tradition. So far we’ve eaten half a pan and nobody is sick yet.
Anyway, I’m looking forward to all the New Years blog posts. “Top Ten things I learned this year” and so forth. I’ve got a couple of ideas for things to write about book stuff. This blog hop was fun, because it got me back into blogging after having the baby, when my routine was all shot to heck.
I’ve also been trying to make more artwork, so I hope to be posting more of that here, too.
This past week, our apartment complex had their big Christmas event, which was a wrapping station for presents for the adults at one end of the complex, and a craft station for kids at the other end of the complex. So I got presents wrapped, and the kids got to make ornaments.
They had a ton of fun, and devoured the snacks provided (which was the main draw).
Did you know that Frank Peretti, author of supernatural thrillers, wrote a Christmas story? And recorded an audiobook of it? Which is on Youtube, complete with illustrations from the children’s book version?
All Is Well, by Frank Peretti
When Penny and her mom run out of money and can’t pay the rent, it looks like they’re going to have to move. To help any way she can, Penny goes door-to-door selling whatever isn’t nailed down – including a box of Christmas ornaments. Through kindness and compassion, Penny, her mother and the whole neighborhood discover that all is well and that God does provide.
I’m sitting here with this cute little guy asleep in my lap. He just had a bath, and this is his favorite place to be. It’s a chilly evening tonight in the desert, kind of cold and damp.
I was thinking about the Christmas story, how Mary and Joseph had to go to Bethlehem. But did you ever think about how they didn’t leave Bethlehem? They were still there two years later, when the magi showed up. Then Herod had the babies killed, trying to catch Jesus in the net.
I imagine it would have been too hard on Mary and the baby to travel, so Joseph just set up shop in Bethlehem for the next few years. Then the magi arrived, gave them all this extra money and expensive goods, so they could afford to hide out in Egypt until Herod died.
Maybe it comes from writing stories all the time, but I get hung up on logistics. The Bible gives just enough information to speculate about the logistics of travel and survival. Joseph was a carpenter, so I imagine he could work anywhere. They need wooden stuff built in Egypt, too.
Then when they moved back to Israel, they settled in Nazereth, which, according to Nathaniel, later on, was kind of the armpit of the area. “Can anything good come out of Nazereth?”
Another thing I always wondered about. By the time Jesus is crucified, he has his disciple John look after his mother Mary. So Joseph must have died by then. Do you think Jesus healed Joseph or considered resurrecting him? Jesus didn’t do it for everyone. He allowed his stepfather to die. That’s an interesting thought, isn’t it? God doesn’t operate the way we do.
I’ve been trying to think of what books have my favorite Christmases in them. Like, ones that made me all warm and fuzzy.
I was thinking of the one in the Four Story Mistake, by Elizabeth Enright. The dad tells the kids that he’s pretty much broke and they won’t have much for Christmas. So the kids get busy and make presents for each other, or save pocket money to buy special things. And between that and presents from friends, they wind up having a great Christmas. But it was because they had given so much that it was so good.
Another favorite is the Christmas in the fourth Mitford book, Out to Caanan, by Jan Karon. Christmas is always good in the Mitford books, but that one is special, because that’s when the hardened construction foreman, whom the hero had butted heads with the entire book, has his huge change of heart. It’s wonderful.
In the first Harry Potter book, Christmas is especially nice because Harry doesn’t expect to get anything. And not only do his friends give him presents, but a mysterious benefactor gifts him his dead father’s invisibility cloak. Of all the Harry Potter Christmases, that one is the nicest, because the mystery is so pleasant.
(Although I do like the one in book 3, when he gets the new broomstick.)
What book Christmas is your favorite? Have you read any of the ones I mentioned?
It’s two weeks until Christmas. Cue the screaming and panic.
I haven’t done any Christmas shopping at all. Mostly, all I’ve done is take care of a baby, and keep my head above water when it comes to school and housework. A night when I get enough sleep is a big deal. Christmas presents? I’ll get there.
Especially since my kids want gift cards and kazoos for Christmas. Not kidding.
Me, I’m content to just be not pregnant. I’m not sick or in pain the way I was since March. I’m getting strong again, and babies are fun. That’s all the Christmas present I need. Heck, I can play video games with my husband again, instead of being in too much pain to even sit in a chair.
Let me tell you, I’m excited to head into a new year of not being pregnant. Whatever adventures transpire, at least I won’t be a bloated whale. So thankful for good health!
I do have a writing blog post brewing in my head. Not very Christmasy, so I’ll try to save it until New Years. Blogging every day is hard, but it also gets that brain working. I keep realizing that I do have things to blog about. 🙂
I know we just had Thanksgiving, but Christmas is a great time to be thankful, too. And right now, I’m thankful for a car battery.
I was due to have a baby on November 3rd. My parents watched the other kids as the clock counted down. My husband and I did last minute errands, ferried kids back and forth, and grabbed last-minute dates.
I went into labor in the early morning on the 4th. We want to the hospital that afternoon, and I had the baby that evening. My hubby went home for the night, and came and got me when they released me and the baby from the hospital. The car acted just fine through all this.
Two days passed, and it was time to take the baby for his first checkup. We get in the car, and it won’t start. The starter just makes that buzzing sound when the battery is dead.
Fortunately, my parents had come over to watch the kids, and were able to whisk us to the appointment. Then my dad and hubby jumped the car and took it down to get a new battery.
It wound up being a non-issue. But imagine what might have happened if that battery had died when I needed to go to the hospital. Or if it had died in the hospital parking lot. Or any of the times we took the kids to where my parents were staying.
It could have died at all kinds of really rotten times. But it held on until the kerfuffle was past, and the best possible circumstances were in place.
If that’s not the hand of God at work, I don’t know what is.
So that’s why I’m thankful for a car battery.
Today the new Super Smash Bros came out, so my husband and kids are in the living room playing that. I’m in my nice quiet room with my laptop and the baby, and it’s time for a blog!
Last Christmas, my oldest daughter started throwing up on Christmas Eve. The day after Christmas, the rest of them did. It wasn’t a fun holiday, let me tell you. I ran from kid to kid with a bucket. So, this year, I’m pouring the kombucha to them. (Kombucha is a probiotic drink, a kind of fermented tea.) I’ll be darned if we’re going to have another sick Christmas.
Not to mention having a month-old baby who I don’t want to catch germs. He’s already so sweet and cute, and getting fatter by the day. He’s starting to smile at everyone. The kids fight over who gets to hold him.
There’s been lots of Christmas babies over the years. Some were tiny, while others were big enough to want to crawl to the Christmas tree and bite the lights. All of our ornaments are made of either wood or plastic, to ensure they survive from year to year. One Christmas that stands out in my mind was the year we were between couches, for some reason. The living room was huge and empty with no couch and chair, and our Christmas tree took up such a tiny spot all by itself. But the kids LOVED having all that empty space to roll around in and fill with toys. It was almost disappointing to get a couch in January.
God’s been so good to us through the years, too. We don’t deserve the grace he showed us over and over. I always think of that verse about him gently leading the sheep who have young, because that’s been how he’s dealt with me. And I’m so thankful.
I’m trying to muster up some Christmas cheer today, but all I can think of is Monday. House cleaning. School. Juggling a baby who wants to be part of things but is only a month old.
Speaking of which, I’ve spent a lot of time holding him and thinking about baby Jesus. I’ve seen people argue about how old Jesus was before he knew who he was. Well, watching my little fellow, I think the answer is: birth.
My little guy knows exactly who he is and what he wants. He just can’t express it because his body isn’t developed enough yet. He watches me talk to him and moves his mouth in talking motions, imitating me. He studies his siblings and daddy, learning their faces, and he smiles in recognition. He’s a somber little guy, very serious and detail-oriented. I think we’ll get along just fine.
The point is, Jesus knew who he was. All babies do. They just can’t do much about it. And they really do hate being babies. I think it’s one reason they cry–out of sheer frustration. My little guy watches the other kids play, and he wants to play with them so BADLY. Especially his three and five year old sisters. He watches them with such longing.
Those are my thoughts for today–it’s Monday, and I’m mostly thinking about my dirty house and who will be assigned what chores. Hard to feel very Christmasy on a Monday. 🙂