Unlocking the magic never tasted so good...
Dinner the other night was such a mess, we decided to take it one step further, and Cooper had his first "Golden Oreo."
I have never experienced winter before like I have in the past week. It has been amazing. After a few feet of snow in one day, we have seen consistent snow fall for the past week with temperatures usually in the teens or lower. Special thanks to Matt and Dad for shoveling out the Jetta for us today, I'd forgotten what it looked like. Here are Tim and Steven fulfilling a dare from Tim to stand outside in the cold. This was when Tim was enjoying the snow, as opposed to the next day when he accused us of keeping him prisoner in our house because we wouldn't drive him anywhere.
On Christmas Eve Steven decided he wanted to try his hand at the culinary arts and make his first turkey. He did amazingly well, and everyone came over to share the fruits.
We had a fantastic Christmas day, really low key. We had to wake Cooper up to open his presents, since we were expected at my parents to open presents there. I thought I had the schedule all figured out until Tim started texting me an hour and a half ahead of schedule. So, Cooper woke up very early for his first Christmas morning.
Jackie, thank you so much for Cooper's blocks! He loves them so much already. Love you!
We headed over and opened presents, and we had a blast.
Thank you Mom for Cooper's new toy, he loves it! Since he has come home he's used it more for music and dancing then a walking tool...
I learned this Christmas that gifts are all different, and that they usually aren't the ones that are wrapped or expected. Cooper ended up getting the best Christmas present of all. Tomorrow he's going to get two big brothers and a very fun Uncle. We are so excited to get to have Matt, Kaden, and Mason here with us for a while. How did Cooper score that one?
We hope that every one's Christmas was as happy as ours.
I'm ready for my long winters nap.
We had such a fun opportunity the other morning to attend the Special Olympic Fundraiser Breakfast. (I believe it was called "The Breakfast of Champions") It was so fun. I don't know why no one ever thought of it before, but I think Tim is going to get involved. After the breakfast we got into the car with Tim, and he told us he was really excited to start with the "Spiritual Olympics."
While the Davis boys were here, Mason asked Steven if we had Guitar Hero. During the discussion it came out that Mason wanted to try to play the guitar. So, Steven took the boys upstairs, and Mason played the guitar! The best part by far was when Mason told Mom to go get Grandpa to hear him play, and when Dad came upstairs Mason said, "Videotape me Grandpa!" Guess they know what Grandpa's good for!
We've been having so much fun with Trooper lately. When everyone was over, he of course broke almost every rule, but he was pretty good nonetheless. He managed to take bows, candy canes, and ornaments off the tree, sit on people, and wrestle with little boys. He's the best guy.
Why are there some lessons in life that we have to learn over and over again?
I have one lesson in particular that I relearn monthly, daily, even hourly.
The less selfish I am, the happier I am.
Just give in, make someone else happy. It's worth it.
Enough with the teething, crawling in your bed, and pulling yourself up and hitting your head repeatedly. Your parents never dealt with lost sleep when you were a newborn, and they aren't so great at handling it now. There has been some discussion about grudges against you.
Go to sleep!
Ah, Colicchio. I love Top Chef. Wait, what I actually mean is that I love to eat whilst watching Top Chef. I think Colicchio has emerged as one of my favorite tv characters. There isn't getting anything past him... I love it.
On a side note, my day totally brightens whenever I find out Rocco is going to be on any of the shows we watch. He seems to pop up often. I know, I know, let's all just forget Dancing with Stars. It was just a small lapse in judgement.
(I forgive you Rocco)
Are Steven and I the only ones who long for the good ol' Office days. The days of awkward comments and less serious storyline? We love you, we will always be loyal, but come back to us!
Bring on the rest of the week!
Back to work Monday!
We had a wonderful Thanksgiving, during which we were totally able to relax. Steven and I left the cooking to my mom, (who left the cooking to the Resort), and we left our Spokane dinner to Dan, Sydni, Staci, and Marsha. We started over at the Davis household. We had a great time with the kids, and watching various sports and the movie Wall E. Cooper had a rough day with teething and cried most of the day. It was difficult for me, if I have a preconceived idea of how I expect or want something to go, it's difficult for me to change that idea and feel fulfilled if it doesn't go that way. So, in this situation I had imagined Cooper lovingly playing with cousins and family, which happened about 10% of the time. So, I was frustrated.
Then, when the food arrived at the house, we all dug in, it was amazing. It wasn't long before I watched Steven quietly walk to the diaper bag and take some Benedryl. Poor guy had a reaction to something, not even sure what, and while the rest of us had Thanksgiving dinner together, he was busy trying to make sure he could still breathe. So, again, I began to feel bummed that things weren't necessarily going to plan. Steven was okay after a while, but he was so sweet. His main concern was not to ruin anything, and later told me it was one of the worst reactions he's had.
So, we packed up and headed to have dinner with the Spokane Clan. Dinner was amazing, (Steven got to eat!), and it was so fun to be with more family. I learned an important lesson that night about all my frustrations. That morning my mother-in-law (hereafter referred to as Marsha) opened her turkey to prepare it for dinner, only to find that it was rotten. With I imagine no complaints she jumped into her car and drove around all Thanksgiving morning looking for a new one. When I heard this story I was first disgusted, and then impressed. What an awful thing, but she handled it. After hearing this story I resolved to do better with adapting.
(The 10% of the time, Mason took this picture)
Watching the movie, lots of hard work happening..
So. Friday morning rolls around and I think...I'm going to start fresh today. So, I pull out all of the Christmas decorations and get to work.
It was really fun. I got a lot done with some interspersed help from Steven. He instead chose to Unleash the Force. I was trying to hurry so we could meet Mom and Dad Davis downtown Cd'A for the Christmas Parade and Fireworks. I was so happy to see that as I decorated it started to snow. So classic right? So, I was working on wrapping the banister, which seemed to take about 5 million years. I finally get everything down, garland, lights, bows, and then when Steven finds the extension cord and plugs it in for me, half of it doesn't work. (Beginning of my downhill) So, I quickly think "Adapt", so I outwardly say, I'll fix it later, and inwardly say, Crap. Onward!
So, we get everything loaded and downtown. When we get there we unload stroller, blankets, and coats and mittens and boots for Cooper. As each layer gets put on, he gets unhappier and unhappier. We don't even make it halfway to our destination before Steven is carrying him, and I'm frustrated because he isn't all toasty in the stroller.*Note: At this point it isn't snowing, it's raining and snowing. So, cute mom trying to make the best of our extra time which is usually spent with hot chocolate blankets and laughter, suggests all kinds of fun things, and each bombs in it's own way. Coopers losing it, so I bend down to make him a bottle from the WARM water I packed (amazing right?), and I discovered that I forgot the actual bottle at home. Not adapting. Not adapting. Steven suggests everything under the sun, including him driving all the way home and back, so that I can stay for the fireworks. We're soaked, hungry, and I'm frustrated that things aren't going according to my plan. Needless to say, it was a pretty miserable elemental experience, but I learned something from Dad towards the end. We're trying to get to the park, and Dad says, "Why are traditions important? We've been coming to stuff like this with you kids forever. It's hardly ever been enjoyable for your Mom and I, but all you kids remember in the end was that you were a little cold, and that you saw fireworks and had hot chocolate. Meanwhile, all we heard was that you were hungry, cold, and had to go the bathroom. But, it's the tradition, you remember the hard ones more fondly when you're older."
So, I thought back to our family traditions and recalled a dropped Thanksgiving Turkey, a knocked over Christmas tree, Abby marching up the Clarkston hill Christmas Eve, and so many others. It's totally true. I remember the difficult ones more.
I learned such an important lesson this weekend. Even though the experience was absolutely miserable, I will always remember it. Always. Thanks Dad.