Thursday, December 31, 2009

A happy birthday for Greg

Greg's birthday was Monday, the day he got here. So his first birthday present was big hugs from all of us.

But we didn't celebrate his birthday until Wednesday. (We had to have Christmas first!)

He started his day playing with the kids and doing some maintenance on my computer. Mary, whom my dad calls, "a true capitalist," is very concerned with ownership and private property. She was NOT happy about Greg using my computer. She insisted that Greg use his own computer and not Mommy's. Here is Greg trying to avert a full blown meltdown by explaining to Mary how Mommy wants to SHARE, a difficult concept for a capitalist...

(By the way, we love our his and hers Lenovos.)

Later that morning we drove up to Greg's parents' house to drop off the kids. Greg and I escaped for a grown-up lunch. We did what old married folks do: talked about our kids. It was an enlightening and at times heart wrenching discussion about parenthood. I love the father of my children. He is a good man. A good listener. There were napkins stained with mascara when we left.

The birthday party began when we returned to Grammy's house. First on the agenda was bouncing around the party balloons...
(David had decided that since his dad is in the military, he needed a military-themed party. You can't see it, but there are army tanks on the balloons. Not quite Air Force, but that's okay.)

Next we had the famous post-holiday turkey noodle soup. Yummy! (And a big thanks to Greg's mom for waiting until Greg's visit to make it.)
I should stop and list who was there that day, especially since I failed to get a picture of everyone. In addition to our family, in attendance were Aunt Le, Uncle B, Cousin J, Baby N, Aunt K, Uncle M, Cousin E, and, of course, Grammy and Grampa.

Soon after, we lit the candles on the cake. All 32!
Greg got some help blowing them out...
David wanted to buy Greg a book about the military to help him at work. When we were looking at books, he realized his daddy needed a book about helicopters, especially since he's started flying around on these. And somehow that turned into his Daddy NEEDING a book about all every single Star Wars ship and vehicle. (I'm sure the logic makes sense if you're four.) David was really excited about it and more than willing to help Greg open it...
The next few pictures I am posting because of Mary's face. I'm not sure what she was upset about, but she was one sad little girl...and it's kind of funny...


Mary opened her present to Greg. She picked it out all herself. And, boy, was she particular about it. She was so excited, and she's been talking about it for days. She wrapped it in a giant bag full of tissue paper...
What is it? A pink electric toothbrush, of course! Mary loves toothbrushes and loves pink, so, really, what more could her father want, er, expect? (For days she has been saying, "Daddy toothbrush birthday party.")
Mary was happy to help Daddy open his cards, while David checked out the new book...
Here is Greg really excited (and surprised) about a new iPod Touch. The thanks go entirely to his parents...
Soon after, we drove our tired children home, and Greg put them to bed one last time. Greg and David read his new book for quite awhile...
That evening was really emotional for all of us.

I'm so glad Greg was able to come and celebrate Christmas and his birthday with us. Of course we wish he'd been here more than two days, but I am deeply grateful for time we had.

Here is the weird thing about his visit. I thought it was going to be special. But it wasn't. It was NORMAL. When I would look over at him driving the car, or when I would hear him making breakfast for the kids, or when I would cuddle close to him on the couch while watching episodes of Lost, I would forget that this wasn't normal. Normal for me now is living with my parents and being a parent solo. When I was with Greg, my life as a single mom seemed a million light years away.

I miss normal. The real normal.

Christmas #3: Together again

More pictures than you ever wanted to see of our December 29th:

Our morning started with a trip to the post office to pick up three more boxes of presents! (A shout out to my Aunt Janell and Grandma Fern!)

FINALLY it was time to open the gifts that had been sitting under my parents' Christmas tree for ages. (Poor David! He told me last week that Christmas is just a lot of boring waiting.) Here is David posing in front of the tree...

And posing with a pile of loot...
I love this picture of Mary with her pile of gifts getting a diaper check...
It's good to have a dad around to deal with stubborn packaging...
It is impossible for me to describe the joy Mary received from her lip gloss...
She kept applying and reapplying all day long...
(We even got to the point where we were begging her to take her pacifier so she would stop with the lip gloss!)
So good to have Greg around...
Mary was as happy as could be...
Another good reason to have a dad around? One word: Bionicles...
Mary was in heaven...more stuff to put in her mouth...
Heaven again...
This is what happens when Greg tries to build a new toy...


This next picture is for Greg's benefit...
(It's funny because with three billion new toys around, all David and Mary want to do is sit on Greg's lap and read the same old Busytown book.)

Besides unwrapping gifts and a brunch that included our traditional cinnamon rolls with chocolate chips, sugar cookies were also on our agenda. Mary was my helper...sort of. Mostly she just wanted to eat the dough...
(After the cookies were all out of the oven, I got my Christmas nap! So it was a few days late, but I got it nonetheless.)

ANOTHER white Christmas for us! Two in one week. What are the odds?...
Mary playing in the snow...
David and Mary investigating the snow on Uncle Daniel's car...
I love this kid...
And this little girl...
Whoops...
For dinner we went to Cristina's in Flower Mound. It's located out in the countryside, beyond the suburban sprawl, next to an old gas station. It's one of those places that looks like a hole from the outside, but inside the food is delicious! It's definitely one of my Texas favorites...
Venturing to a sit-down restaurant is always something of a gamble with little kids. But David and Mary were so well-behaved! We had a great family dinner out. A Christmas miracle!!

The weather was getting pretty nasty by the time we left Cristina's. It was a Texas-style winter wonderland...
Next we visited the Gaylord Texan Hotel. It has an amazing atrium. (Hooray for Uncle Daniel's parking passes!) We had a great time walking around looking at the fabulous decorations. (I'll admit my wimpiness here--it was nice to walk around a Christmas wonderland in a climate-controlled perfect 72 degrees.) David especially enjoyed the model trains. He watches them and gets completely lost in his imagination...




When we got home, Mary found her lip gloss again...
Then we told the Christmas story and sang songs around our little German candelabrum pyramid. (David still likes "Far, Far away on Judea's Plains." And of course they both like "Jingle Bells.")

Blowing out the candles is always a big hit...
Then it was time to decorate those Christmas cookies...
David's orange man, minus an arm...
Mary loves decorating cookies. She takes after her dad...
Last of all, Greg gave the kids a bath, and we all snuggled in front of "A Charlie Brown Christmas." What a sweet little family I have...
What a blessing to share a day of Christmas celebration with Greg!

***

On Christmas Eve at my in-laws' house, after the kids were asleep in bed, we adults stayed up reading Christmas stories and talking. The question was posed, "Do you have a favorite Christmas?" This naturally turned to a discussion of family Christmas traditions.

While I have many fond memories of childhood Christmases and a list of special childhood traditions, my mind kept turning to memories with Greg. I do have a favorite Christmas. Two, in fact. My very favorite Christmases were the two in Ohio that Greg and I shared together with our two children. Happily, I look forward to many more Christmases shared together. As I said last year, I'm already looking forward to next year.

And I mean that even more this year.