Thanksgiving felt late, so we are trying to get a jump on things by decorating cookies AND getting our tree in the same weekend. We chose to get the tree on Sunday mostly because it was sunny and 50 degrees out... I don't ever recall getting our Christmas tree and being hot on the same day. Sunday was an eventful day... I was making frosting for our advent party after church (yes, for those keeping track, that is cookie decorating 2 consecutive days), the kids were playing, then Audrey fell. Well, she was standing on James' "computer" (aka pizza box)... he didn't want her to do that... so instead of getting angry and pushing her off (personal growth right here) he gently tried to lift the box with her on it to move her to another location. Well, she fell, hit her chin on the floor and for the second time in a few months she split her chin. Mercifully, Gabe was home to help because this one needed more than a butterfly. So, like any good parents who work in pediatrics, we finished our frosting, got everyone dressed for church and drove to Gabe's office. This was a nice lesson for us in keeping our supplies up to date at home. We were having a conflict of whether she needed stitching or just glue... and then how much we would traumatize her by us being the ones to stitch her us vs. glue. Ultimately, we didn't have the right supplies for sutures, so we glued... this was the less traumatic approach for all of us until Gabe glued my fingers to Audrey's face and I had to pull them off (we agreed that I would get to do the glueing next time...). So, some butterflies and a band aid later we were off and 45 minutes late for church...
The kids enjoyed the advent crafting/lunch, so we decided to power through to get the tree.. our poor luck must be over for the day... (lesson learned here: with 4 kids injuries are ALWAYS imminent... the odds must overwhelmingly support this). We were on the search for a Christmas tree, it was warm and muddy. Ben tripped and started crying, when I came back to his row, Gabe was holding him with blood dripping out of his mouth. He had tripped over a tree stump and a branch caught his lip/gums. We evaluated that it was messy and painful, but not life threatening, so we all walked *carefully* back down the hillside and to our car. When the kind lady who worked there spotted us and said, "No luck finding a tree? Oh no, what happened?!" she was not comforted by our calm demeanor. We took him to the truck, cleaned things up with gauze and he was just fine. She brought some ice for him, took one look at Ben's face and then Audrey and made a kind/humorous comment, but she was probably debating about calling DHS... Especially when we went back out to continue our search. Everyone was fine at the end of the day and after we washed an entire load of soiled clothes, we got to sit back and admire our tree:)
The last picture here, I just couldn't resist. The kids take turns going out to open the chicken coop when they wake up. On this morning it was particularly cold out, so I told James to make sure he put on plenty of warm clothes. When I looked out my bedroom window this is how I saw him... Winter boots, winter coat, gloves and even a balaclava, but no pants... it is a good thing we live in the country where our neighbors can't see these things;)
The kids enjoyed the advent crafting/lunch, so we decided to power through to get the tree.. our poor luck must be over for the day... (lesson learned here: with 4 kids injuries are ALWAYS imminent... the odds must overwhelmingly support this). We were on the search for a Christmas tree, it was warm and muddy. Ben tripped and started crying, when I came back to his row, Gabe was holding him with blood dripping out of his mouth. He had tripped over a tree stump and a branch caught his lip/gums. We evaluated that it was messy and painful, but not life threatening, so we all walked *carefully* back down the hillside and to our car. When the kind lady who worked there spotted us and said, "No luck finding a tree? Oh no, what happened?!" she was not comforted by our calm demeanor. We took him to the truck, cleaned things up with gauze and he was just fine. She brought some ice for him, took one look at Ben's face and then Audrey and made a kind/humorous comment, but she was probably debating about calling DHS... Especially when we went back out to continue our search. Everyone was fine at the end of the day and after we washed an entire load of soiled clothes, we got to sit back and admire our tree:)
The last picture here, I just couldn't resist. The kids take turns going out to open the chicken coop when they wake up. On this morning it was particularly cold out, so I told James to make sure he put on plenty of warm clothes. When I looked out my bedroom window this is how I saw him... Winter boots, winter coat, gloves and even a balaclava, but no pants... it is a good thing we live in the country where our neighbors can't see these things;)
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