So Tough...

I love watching the girls in class. Have you ever seen very small kittens hiss? They feel all tough and bad,  but really it is just adorable. That's kind of what it is like watching my babies learn to kick and punch.  You should see their war faces....

2012

Welcome 2012. May you be calmer than 2011... but with at least as much joy.

Relief

 At long last, Christmas is over and Hani can relax.  We had a wonderful time. Not without a few anxieties, but a seriously lovely Christmas.

 Well, three Christmases.

 One at my Grandma and Grandpa's house (aka Great Grammy and Big Papa)

 I love these pictures. I spent the first 18 years of my life with my grandparents living a mile away from me. They were our closest neighbors. I love watching my children grow to love them like I do. I love that Hana and my grandma share a deep love of red and yummy raspberry colors. I love that Kai and my grandpa bonded over trucks. I love that they totally messed up the "kid's corner" like I always did when I was young.

 One at my mom and dad's house

 I love this picture even though it is blurry. Maybe even because it is blurry, because no one knew they were getting their picture taken. I love the joy.

 And one at home.

Hope your Christmas was as filled with love, joy and wonder as ours. It was magic. 

Suspicious...

The kids were upstairs supposedly getting dressed. Hani came running downstairs to get me, telling me to come upstairs right away to see what they did. I was scared. She is the one who tends to tell on the others, and it doesn't bode well when she wants me to come see what someone has done.  What I found was this:

A tea party all set up for me. Hani said it was bunna (coffee) and when I commented that it was delicious, she said it was good because she added mustard. And hot chocolate.

And this:

 

They made my bed.  

We had buna and then they made me lay down to take a nap. They took turns rubbing my back and singing to me. Best. Game. Ever.

Sorry for underestimating you, little peeps.

Santa Baby

They're fans. But all they can think of to ask for is "a Christmas tree." I can't even tell you how much that pleases me.

I guess it is a side effect of not having tv... they don't have commercials telling them what to want all the time.

Things have been pretty all around magical around here. Every trip across town is an adventure with many exclamations of delight at the lights.

Life isn't easy with three kids 4 and under... but it sure is sweet.