I got the idea to share our Christmas letter from my friend Stephanie, at Mommy, for Real. She did her’s before Christmas. Mine’s a little late. What’s two weeks?
A slightly abbreviated copy of our 2012 Christmas letter (yes, it’s long, but I’m covering an entire year here).
Here we are on New Year’s Eve and I’m just sitting down to write our Christmas letter. Which is pretty indicative of how our life has been this year. With my natural-born talent for procrastinating, combined with three kids, I find myself stressing out hours before any deadline, leaving my family in the wake of my maniacal, crying frenzies. I gave myself some slack this year and decided to make this a Valentine’s Day letter. So, I’m way ahead of the game. Be Mine.
This year, the boys attended a few summer camps, continued swimming lessons and speech class, and started gymnastics. Gymnastics has been a nice time for me to be alone for 45 minutes per week while all the kids participate, minus the four to six times Autumn exits the class to say she needs to use the potty, get a drink, show me a boo-boo, or just to say she’s tired of gymnastics.
We had Autumn dedicated at our church in October. What is typically a rather respectful and solemn event turned into me in fits of uncontrolled laughter as I attempted to disuade Autumn from repeatedly grabbing my personal nether regions as everyone watchedduring the only requested-open-eyed prayer ever in the history of prayer!
My life, when not consumed by homeschooling, wiping poop off the walls and the remote control, and answering bizarre questions, revolves around my blog and the marketing to build it. I changed it from a focus on our adoption journeys to a lifestyle blog (with a LOT of humor). Most of my waking moments are consumed with thoughts about stories for the blog, jokes to share, tweets to twit, and memes to create. I’m still waiting on that intervention. I hope to turn my obsession into a money-making venture some day. A book deal would be nice.
And I’m doing all of this, while trying to maintain the family’s non-processed, low-sugar, whole-foods diet…but most of the time failing miserably and seeking solace, under a McDonald’s Playplace, with fourHappy Meals and one medium Peppermint Mocha spread out across the table.
Took my kids to the portrait studio without my husband today. Only could have been more fun if they tagged on a rectal exam with it.
— AnotherBottleofWhine (@KateWhineHall) November 14, 2012
I vowed to never go to the portrait studio alone with them again. Ever.
|Yes, Sheehan is whistling.|
Now, for some highlights from the 3rdsomewhat Annual “Let’s Ask the Hall Boys Some Questions and See What’s Going on in Their Minds”interview…
What is your best memory of last year?
Sheehan: Everything except picking “Little Autumn” up and when she destroys everything. (so pretty much not his little sister)
What is your favorite thing about having a new sister?