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).
We stayed in Shanghai, Nanjing, Guangzhou, and Hong Kong for a total of 17 looooong days. The boys spent most of their time playing their new love, Angry Birds, while Steve and I got acquainted with Autumn, mostly in a bent-at-the-waist-position chasing her around the hotel lobby, the airport, the hotel lobby, restaurants, and the hotel lobby. I cannot express well enough how active and curious she is. We've taken photo after photo of her with creams, lotions and toothpaste she has taken and rubbed all over her face and/or body as I have rushed through my coveted tri-weekly showers.
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.
Josiah is slated to have minor surgery on his cleft palate this spring and the addition of an appliance.
She will be four at the end of March. Her English is improving every day. Her most common and eloquent use of English is "Ewww. Skusting!" most often used when referring to the food I put in front of her at most meals. A few weeks ago I noticed the bathroom light on and turned the corner to see what she was doing. She was standing on top of the toilet blowing her nose. Upon seeing me, and with furrowed brow, she shouted out, "Stop, Mommm! Pri-a-cy! Pri-a-cy!" Um...You're blowing your nose and you're three. You don't need privacy.
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 watched during 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 four Happy 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.|
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)