Our Trip to Disney World 2015

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

As you may recall, our big gift to the kids this Christmas was to tell them about an upcoming vacation to Disney World.  We debated back and forth for quite some time about when to go before we booked, but ultimately decided January.  It was a good time for our personal calendars even if it meant taking Audrey out of school for a couple of days.  We felt it was important to go when crowds were low, the weather was cooler, and Luke would be free because he's under three.  And hey, it's kindergarten, not law school.  

After what seemed like forever (we booked in September, so it wasn't that long of a wait but it felt like it!), the time finally arrived for us to head south.  Just in time, too, as the temperatures in Atlanta were dropping.  Unfortunately, David had a business trip pop up just before we left, so he was out Sunday afternoon through Wednesday morning.  This wasn't a huge deal, but it did mean I'd come off of several days of solo parenting, which isn't an ideal way to begin a vacation where you'll need to be at peak performance.  Regardless, we managed to get everything together in time and, by 9pm on Wednesday night, the van was as loaded as it could be and we were in bed watching Elementary.  

Day One - Thursday, January 29th

We set out around 8am Thursday morning, determined to sit in a little rush hour traffic as opposed to sitting around the house.  The ride down was relatively uneventful except for one brief period I'll get to in a minute.  The kids did fantastic and played with their activities and toys, listened to music, and watched Peter Pan.  We pulled into a Chick-fil-A in Valdosta (our usual stop on the way to FL) and let them run around in a little field beside the restaurant for about fifteen minutes before going in for lunch.  Traveling on a weekday was SO much nicer than on a Saturday.  Once we got out of the city, the traffic and crowds were noticeably lighter.

We ate and made pit stops before loading back into the van.  David had driven the first leg, so I took the driver's seat after lunch.  We pulled onto the interstate, got Luke settled in for a nap and Audrey for a rest and were about 15 minutes down the road when I noticed a tiny orange light on the dashboard.  You know...the one near the gas gauge.  I smacked David's arm in a panic, not realizing he was snoozing.  "We forgot to get gas!" I whisper-yelled.  (If you are unfamiliar with the whisper-yell, it is an absolute staple for married couples to use while young children nap.)  I quickly hit the button above the rearview mirror and toggled through until it told me how many miles we had until empty.  The answer?  Seven.  

SEVEN miles, y'all.  

I got over into the slow lane and dropped my speed by about twenty miles an hour (don't do the math on that) while David frantically searched for the nearest gas station.  We were definitely not in a prime area and had just passed about five exits of civilization.  His phone soon informed us there was one four miles away.  As beads of sweat began to appear on my forehead, I threw up a flair prayer and watched the distance-to-empty miles tick down.  We spotted the exit up ahead and carefully (as if that had an effect on our gas mileage) steered the van into a station with drops to spare.  We attempted to quietly fill up the tank without disturbing Luke or causing Audrey to shout over her headphones "WHY ARE WE STOPPED?!"  Somehow, we succeeded at both and got back on the road.  We both agreed that we hoped that would be one of those lessons you never forget.

Luke woke up after about 45 minutes and we entertained them some more with their activities and books.  Before we knew it (also known as nearly eight hours after departure), this glorious sign appeared before our eyes:



We had made it!  We were finally there!  We went to our resort and the kids and I waited in the van while David checked us in. He got back in and reported how amazing the service was already - the manager had seen him waiting with only one person in front of him and ushered him over to the concierge desk to be checked in.  Hospitality at its finest, for sure.  No wonder a good chunk of my college textbooks on the subject were full of Disney references!

We drove around to our building and the kids were stoked to walk up the staircase that looked like a calypso drum.  We got to our room - a family suite at the All Star Music Resort - and explored.  We didn't have long before we were headed back out towards Downtown Disney for the evening.  We'd made reservations at the Rainforest Cafe for dinner and wanted to take in the sights on the way.  Little did we know what a stretch we'd get to do that in!  Because of the construction (which we knew about) we had to park way far away and make our way through just about the entire area.  (For those that haven't ever been to Disney World and are newbies like us, the #1 shocker for people is the sheer size of the place!  It's huge as a whole and every individual area/theme park is at least the size of a small town!)  Anyway, we enjoyed people watching and seeing some of the store fronts while making the trek over to dinner.  

When we got to the cafe, there was an animatron crocodile out front that came to life and snapped at passersby.  The kids were just scared enough to keep inching closer.  Even with reservations, we had a bit of a wait and amused ourselves looking at all of the cool fish tanks around.  We got a seat and ordered before walking the kids around to see the giant elephants, gorillas, and fountains.  I left David waiting on the food and took them through the gift shop for a few minutes.  When dinner came, we ate quickly and ordered their famous Volcano Dessert ($15.95 but included in our pre-purchased meal plan.)  The looks on the kids' faces when it came and we told them to dig in was priceless.  It was yummy, but it was far more fun to watch them enjoy it!  After about an hour and ten minutes from when we sat down (service was s-l-o-w), we left and walked outside in time to see the volcano at the top of the restaurant go off a few times.  Dinner AND a show!



We walked next door to a Christmas shop for me to pick out our traditional souvenir ornament.  It was completely overwhelming, as there were approximately 347, 219 to choose from.  Knowing that the kids were tired and David was losing patience, I scrambled to narrow it down and stood in line to get order personalization.  I paid and we began the long walk back to the van and drove to the resort.

Since we had been in such a hurry when we first arrived, we hadn't set up the kids' beds.  I should've known better - my mom always taught me to make/situate the beds first during a move or vacation!  It took a very long time and a bloody finger or two to get everything put together and set up.  The kids were on fold-outs, but we'd brought bed rails as well.  Those plus stuffing cushions around gaps plus their pillows, blankets, and stuffed animals turned into quite a production.  Finally, around 9pm, we put the kids down and I snuck out to go find a grocery store for fresh fruit and cold items we hadn't packed.  I was back and in bed by 10:00pm, ready to rest up for the first full day of touring.

Day Two - Friday, January 30th

The day began at 6:45 for me, which is actually sleeping in quite a bit.  That said (written?), it still felt pretty early!  I jumped in the shower feeling sure that the noise would wake up the kids, which is why I waited so late.  Thankfully, though, it did not and they were able to sleep while David and I got most of the way ready.  We woke them up at 7:30, got them dressed, and left around 8am, scarfing down cold pop tarts and cereal bars on the way.  

After debating, researching, and observing, we had opted to drive ourselves the first day instead of using the resort-provided buses.  We pulled through the Magic Kingdom gates and were guided into a parking space.  It was hilarious to see the sea of parents stretched out before us unloading the backs of their minivans and gathering up the backpacks and tote bags.  The transportation station we had to walk to was filling up quickly and after looking at the monorail lines, we opted for the ferry boat.  The kids liked watching the scenery as we glided across the water and then disembarked in front of the Magic Kingdom.  We went through a relatively quick line for bag searches, scanned our magic bands for entry into the park and walked through the little tunnel under the train station until...



THERE WE WERE.

Months and months of research, planning, asking friends for advice, listening to dozens of podcasts while running, scheduling late into the night, building up, and counting down had come to this moment.  We were all standing on Main Street at Magic Kingdom looking at Cinderella's Castle.  There.  In the flesh.  I nearly cried.

We took a few pictures and walked through the tunnel under Cinderella's Castle.  Just on the other side was a carousel and the kids were dying to try it out.  We took a ride on it and then ran over to Dumbo.  Audrey was jumping up and down in line, ecstatic and excited in a totally un-characteristic way.  She and I hopped in one Dumbo seat together and the boys did another in front of us.  The adored it and immediately wanted to ride again, but we promised we'd come back later and went to our first FastPass ride of It's a Small World.  It was really cool seeing all of the dancing dolls and scenes and I was amazed at how fresh and new everything looked on such an old classic.  It was a nice long ride (so many attractions are surprisingly short-lived) and then, with the song stuck in our head, we made our way over to Aladdin's Magic Carpets after, which is similar to Dumbo.  We had about a fifteen minute wait there, but the kids liked it and really enjoyed that each carpet seated four so we could all ride together.


Our next FastPass was for Peter Pan's Flight, which was Luke's favorite.  You get in a ship and "sail" through the dark night over several scenes from the movie.  It was especially fresh in their minds because we'd just watched it on the drive down the day before.  When we exited at 11am, I really wanted to attempt to get in for lunch at Be Our Guest, which is a newish restaurant that's designed to look like Belle's Castle.  The kids and I sprinted over while David retrieved the strollers (yeah, stroller parking - that's like a whole thing at Disney.  All I can say is, I'm glad we borrowed decent ones and marked them with bandanas.)  I walked up breathless and asked the "Cast Member" (I kid you not, there is a secret Disney language) how long the wait was.  He assured me it wasn't bad - only about twenty minutes - so we decided to go for it.  

This is a point in the story where things get dicey.  With most people, little incidents like I'm about to share will be forgotten and only the good memories will be recalled for years to come.  Lucky for you and my children,  I have a blog where I can immortalize the truth.  This serves two purposes:  It keeps me honest and it reminds our family that nothing is perfect, so when we have the desire to recreate moments or to go back, we are realistic about how things really were!  

Anyway, we were all starting to fade a little and David and I had made the mistake of skipping the kids' snacks due to an early lunch.  We'd seen and done a lot that morning, and they were a little on edge before we had to wait for twenty minutes to get in.  Therefore, by the time we sat down in a huge, crowded, loud dining hall that I thought everyone would just love doing and then I accidentally bumped into Audrey, she melted into a puddle.  All of a sudden I had a tired, hungry, overwhelmed introvert boo-hooing that she wanted to go home because she didn't feel good.  

Thankfully, that didn't last very long.  We talked through how overwhelming all of the excitement was and broke things down into emotions and experiences we could put into words.  I laid out the schedule for the rest of the morning and by the time the food arrived (and, more importantly, dessert), everyone was doing okay again.  Of course, we had another mini-meltdown when some kid in the restroom swatted Audrey on the way out the door (lucky for the kid I missed it).  She wasn't hurt physically, but super annoyed and then Luke lost his mind because he needed Mommy to hold him right then and there.  Personally, I just needed more coffee.  Or chocolate.  Or a nap.  Regardless, none of the three options were around, so I put on my best patient, can-do smile and we went next door to our third FastPass of the day:  Enchanted Tales with Belle.  

The dear, precious cast member outside was attempting to blow bubbles and drew the kids back out of their funk with light conversation.  We went inside and were mesmerized by the magic mirror that turned into a door.  The kids didn't want "parts" in the tale (some kids held up little cardboard cut-outs of characters from the movie and had to play a part by saying a word or sound at their appropriate time) so they sat with us.  They both opted to walk through the little parade Belle led at the end of the short tale and then they got their picture taken with her and a bookmark keepsake.  Forget nearly crying - as I saw her kneel down and watched the kids interact with a real, live-to-them princess, I melted and let a tear sneak out.  The money, the preparation, the hissy fits, the drive were all worth it for sweet moments like that.  Tell me you don't agree:




We left there on cloud nine and snuck in a quick stop at the Magic Tea Party (aka The Teacups), which the kids had a blast on.  I'll overlook the fact that I'm pretty sure part of the reason was that I made such a big deal faking to be sick and they thought it was hilarious.  We left the park, rode a monorail back to our van, and drove to the resort for nap and rest time.  We got the kids down around 2pm, and up at 3:30pm to do baths and get ready to go to our fancy dinner with Cinderella.

We drove to the Grand Floridian Resort and took a few pictures outside (including beside a Mary Poppins shrub!) then played in the hotel lobby for about fifteen minutes before they were ready to seat us.  David, my normally don't-draw-attention husband, actually danced with Audrey to the music the band was playing.  He twirled her around as I smiled and thought, "Oh honey, you have no idea what a big, cool deal this is!"  Our pager went off and we headed into the restaurant.  

Several of the characters were already making their way around the different tables, so we hurriedly got our buffet plates and sat down.  The first to swing by was Drizzella, one of the wicked step sisters.  After that, the Wicked Stepmother (Lady Tremaine) came over, but she was very kind.  Most of them were focused on asking Luke when he'd be old enough to marry one of the step sisters.  Prince Charming came, and was very sweet gushing over Audrey.  Finally, the Lady of the Hour - Cinderella - made her way into the room and stopped by our table first.  Prince Charming even led her over and kissed her hand as he dropped her by to visit us, which the kids thought was great.  She wasn't super chatty - none of them were, understandably so - but, like the others, she signed both autograph books and posed for a few pictures.  We waited to meet the other step sister while eating dessert and then headed out to catch the monorail to Magic Kingdom.  It was such a neat experience to get to see them all close up and spend a moment talking to them face to face!



We had originally planned on seeing a parade, but by the time we got there, every square inch where people were permitted to stand in was taken.  Of course this stressful, crowded situation was made worse by Luke losing his magic band and getting super upset about it and Audrey whining continuously that she couldn't see.  Ever the flexible parents (Me?! Who knew!) we quickly threw out the idea of a parade and decided to let the kids choose a couple of rides (excuse me, "attractions"!) to do.  They picked Dumbo and Mad Tea Party again, so off we went.  

It was a different experience riding in the dark and they both loved it just as much the second time around.  We had been keeping an eye on the newest ride, The Seven Dwarfs Mine Train, all day, but the wait time was always at least an hour.  As we passed by, it said 70 minutes, but we couldn't even see where people were lined up, so we opted to give it a shot.  

And that, my friends, is how we decided that taking our two young children on their very first roller coaster ride in the dark was a good idea.  Because they said they wanted to go (they'd watched it on YouTube) and it was the shortest line we'd seen for it all day.  

And, as everyone knows:  Letting little ones decide big things + convenience = a good way to make decisions.  

About thirty minutes later (the kids were amazing with their patience), we were strapped in and took off.   

Then, this:



Overall, they really didn't do badly at all.  Audrey loved the first half, but I think the combination of fireworks booming overhead (WAY cool for D and I) plus the twists and turns in the dark proved to be too much.  We knew this going in.  We told each other this in line.  And yet, we did it anyway.  And you know, I'm glad we did.  Neither kid was crying when we got off and neither kid said they hated it.  Now, neither kid will probably get on another roller coast for the next year or so, but we're okay with that.  Only a thirty minute wait and then fireworks going off overhead on Disney's most popular ride with my family?  An unforgettable experience for all of us, that's for sure.  (Update: Luke has since decided he wants to go back and try one again!)

We gathered the strollers and began to make our way to the front of the park.  It was crazy chaos on the way out.  It took quite awhile to exit and then wait on a monorail and then ride on the monorail and then walk a long way from the resort where we ate back to our van and then drive back to our resort.  We promptly put the kids in their pjs and tucked them in around 9:30 before sinking into our own beds at 9:31.  

It was an amazing first day full of fun and adventure and we were more than ready for day two.

Day Three - Saturday, January 31st 

Day three started out much the same as day two.  Audrey and I did run down to the resort food court to get our free refillable souvenir mugs and pick up an extra magic band for Luke from the front desk.  Because of this little jaunt and more sluggishness in general, we ended up leaving about thirty minutes later than we'd planned.  

By the time we got to our destination for the day - Hollywood Studios - we were feeling rushed and stressed.  We managed to walk in about 5 minutes before it it opened to the public.  (Some theme parks have extra magic hours on certain days where they open early or stay open late for guests staying on Disney property.  This one opened an hour early, but we didn't get to take much advantage of it.)  I snapped at David to figure out how to get us where we were trying to go and he replied in kind.  

So, to recap: we were hurried, stressed, and short-tempered.  Got that?

Then, Luke fell out of his stroller and David accidentally ran over his finger.  Sheesh.

Thankfully, he wasn't hurt, but man, what a way to start the day.  I quickly realized we needed to regroup or this was going to become a day in Hollywood Hell.  We jumped in line to see Buzz and Woody and as we were waiting, I apologized and tried to turn the mood around.  By the time we met the big guys from Toy Story, everyone was just fine.  (Okay, Luke's fingers still hurt, but he was a trooper and was easily distracted.)  



The kids loved seeing Buzz and Woody in person, especially Luke.  They each signed the autograph books and posed for pictures.  In my research, I'd read that most character interactions only last for about one minute and in order to make it count and/or stretch it out, it's good to have a question or comment ready to help engage them.  Buzz and Woody were some of the ones that don't talk, so that made it a little more difficult, but we still asked about Andy's name on their shoes.  They mime-answered that it was there but had been worn off.

We walked outside and met a green army man from the movie and got his autograph.  After that, we explored a little bit before jumping in the FastPass line for The Frozen Singalong with Elsa and Anna.  We still had to wait about fifteen minutes before the doors opened and then about ten minutes after that before the show started, but we had excellent seats right at the front.  Anna came onstage and introduced us to two more characters who were the narrators of the show.  They were funny, but we all agreed at the end that there could've been less of them and more of the movie characters.  In truth, the show was not what we expected.  Elsa and Anna only sang one song together at the end and the rest of the show was movie clips with the words at the bottom of screens and interspersed dialogue by the narrators.  Still, the kids enjoyed it and had fun singing.  

We left there and hauled it over to the other side of the park for the next show we had FastPasses for:  Disney Junior Live On Stage.  There aren't seats for that show; everyone just sits on the floor.  We were near the back, but the kids still had a decent view.  A host came out and then Mickey, Minnie, Daisy, Donald, and Goofy puppets talked through a problem that they needed other Disney Junior characters to help them solve (I think it was preparing for Minnie's surprise birthday party, but forgive my lack of detail due to a marginally riveting plot.)  Sophia the First, Doc McStuffins, and Jake and the Neverland Pirates characters all popped up in puppet form for about 5-6 minutes and did little skits and their musical numbers.  With each one, things floated down from the ceiling ("snow" for Sophia, Bubbles for Doc, and paper Goldebloons for Jake), adding to the excitement.  
Audrey loved it way more than the Frozen Singalong!  

It dawned on me a few minutes before the show ended that since we were near the back, we could be the first ones out and jump over into the line to meet Jake.  Sure enough, we pushed through the doors and waited less than five minutes before meeting the #1 pirate himself.  He spent a long time with the kids (though, like Buzz and Woody, he didn't talk) and I wished I'd had more to say to interact with him.  He signed their books and Luke gave him a huge, long hug.  



It was time for our third and final FastPass of the day:  Toy Story Midway Mania.  The queue for this one was especially fun.  It was decorated with oversized toys like Etch-a-Sketch, giant crayons, game pieces, etc.  We grabbed our 3D glasses and waited about ten minutes until boarding the spinning car equipped with cannons to "shoot" at targets on screens as we whizzed around.  I sat with Audrey (for most every ride, actually), who didn't quite get the hang of how to fire the cannon, but still had fun.  We got off and walked over to Pizza Planet for lunch, which was a mockup from the Toy Story movie.  (Are you detecting a theme to this day yet?)

The line was huge, but moved quickly.  We ate...pizza...and let the kids sit on a few of the arcade games before beginning the long trek back to the car.  Several times I'd wished I'd worn a pedometer!  We mistakenly opted to board a parking lot tram, which was frustrating with strollers and not at all worth the minute it may have saved.  The lady behind me was cranky and negative, which didn't help my attitude as we were getting off.  Suddenly, we were back into stress mode but turned it into a life lesson by the time we were in the car.  We decided it was way more Christ-like and fun to spread positive joy and renewed our resolve to aim for that the rest of the day (one can hope, right?!)

We got back to the resort and all took rests and naps for a little while.  After waking up Luke (Audrey amazingly never fell asleep for rest times), we loaded up and went back over to Hollywood Studios in time for a late afternoon viewing of Beauty and the Beast Live On Stage.  Audrey saw the movie over the summer and was familiar with the story line, but Luke had never seen it.  He was pretty enthralled with it all, especially the beast.  They kept the tale moving along quickly (the whole show was just under 30 minutes) and the scary parts weren't as bad as they are in the movie.  It was really enjoyable and was probably my personal favorite of the whole day.  



We walked back across the park, enjoying the amazing breeze and south Florida warmth in January.  Dinner reservations were at 5:15 at Mama Melrose's, an Italian place that offered us a break from character dining.  There were a couple of fake piles of snow near the restaurant that the kids had stumbled on earlier in the day and loved "playing" in.  It was hilarious that here we were, spending a small fortune and doing all of these amazing attractions and Audrey just wanted to pretend to play in this 2' x 4' stretch of plastic snow drift.  Go figure.  We did that for a minute and then went inside for yummy pasta and, of course, dessert.  (It came with the meal plan...who were we to turn it down?!)

After dinner we wanted to squeeze in one more show and saw the Muppets in 3D.  The kids weren't super familiar with the characters and most of the humor was over their heads, but the 3D experience made up for all that.  It was funny to look over and watch them trying to reach out and touch something!  Not to mention how cute they looked wearing their little 3D glasses.

When the show ended, we walked over near the Disney Jr. Courtyard to find a gift shop we knew would have some special Disney Jr. merchandise.  Sure enough, we went into one and the kids spent about ten minutes looking before settling on a stuffed Jake (Luke) and a stuffed Lambie from Doc (AJ.)  We swung by one of the snack kiosks and grabbed some popcorn to munch on on the way out because, hey, vacation.  The guy ringing us up accidentally charged us for two snack credits, so we got extra popcorn and a Mickey pretzel, which I'd had my eye on for two days.  Yay!



We happily headed out to the car, this time avoiding the tram and walking while munching and discussing the day.  We ended on such a good note and, thankfully, a little earlier than we had been, which I think we all needed.  The kids were in bed around 8:15...still later than their 7:45 norm at home, but we'll take it.  I blogged for a bit and then D and I watched  a show on my laptop before turning in.  Day three was in the books.  It was a little shaky at the start, but sure had a happy ending.  Pretty sure that's a rule at Disney.

Day Four - Sunday, February 1st

Our last day at the parks started around the same time as the others.  We were headed back to the Magic Kingdom and aimed to get there by "rope drop" (I'm telling you, the lingo is a whole thing.)  We got the kids some hot chocolate and loaded into the van.  We opted to drive again, because it had worked out well the first time and we didn't feel like learning a new system on our last day.  We pulled into the parking lot around the same time as we had on the first day, but because it was Sunday, the crowd was bigger.  We chose to ride the ferry over and docked just before 9am.  We went through bag check, scanned our bands, and hurried to Peter Pan's Flight, because we thought the kids wanted to do that one again and without a FastPass, we knew the line would get nuts.  Sure enough there was a thirty minute wait by the time we got there.  The queue was really neat, though, and offered entertainment we hadn't seen when we used the FastPass.  There was a room set up like the nursery from the movie and Tinkerbell even floated around, moving from drawers to inside lamps.  

As time ticked by, I started sweating over whether we would make our first FastPass window and tried to keep a flexible attitude.  We finally got on the ride and soaked up the familiarly displayed scenes below as we "flew" around in our ship.  The kids enjoyed it even more the second time around, which made the wait worth it.  We jumped off and jetted to get our strollers and make it to the Little Mermaid Under the Sea ride before our window expired.  We walked through with a minute to spare and piled into a clam shell as it weaved us in and out of animatronic scenes.  The music and characters greeted us around every corner and we all laughed as we pointed out our favorites.  The Little Mermaid was to me what Frozen is for most little girls these days.  I adored that movie!  I watched it countless times and knew every word of every song...heck, every spoken line...so it was nostalgic and a little more magical than the others for me.  We finished the ride and searched for restrooms and then snacks.

After enjoying frozen strawberry bars - perhaps more on their clothes than in their mouths, but laundry worries would have to wait - we headed over to meet Ariel herself.  We scanned our FastPasses and walked right into her grotto, where she sat in her mermaid version and waved hello with a big smile.  We asked her what she missed about human legs (thanks for the tip, Kenny the Pirate website!) and where Max the dog was.  She said she could change back to human form anytime she wanted, which was good because she missed Prince Eric the most.  Turns out he was off sailing for the day with Max, but they would meet up later.  Well, sure!  I'm telling you, the level of interaction these characters do and the way they engage with the kids is so special.  We left after a few pictures and autographs and waited outside for David to round up the strollers.  



We had planned on doing the Astro Orbiter ride next, but once Audrey and Luke saw how high up it was and we saw the wait time, we decided it was not worth it.  Instead, we jumped in line for the next must-do on our list:  Tomorrowland Speedway (little road cars on tracks.)  I jumped in one with AJ and Luke got in with David behind us.  I operated the pedal and she steered us.  Let's just say I'm glad it a) was on a rail, so couldn't deviate far and b) we have a few more years before the driver's license test.  Afterward, the kids started to get whiney, so we sat down and watched the cars drive by for a minute while David and I worked out the next stops.  We'd promised Dumbo and the Mad Tea Party again, but wait times were a little longer than we wanted to do at that moment, so we went over to Pete's Silly Sideshow to do some character meet and greets.  

Once inside the big circus-like tent, we didn't have to wait long for Goofy and Donald Duck.  We got autographs and pictures and I think I asked Donald about how hard it is to communicate sometimes, but since this set didn't talk, he didn't...well, communicate.  We had to exit and then get back in line for Daisy and Minnie on the other side, and the kids were starting to get antsy.  I decided to cave and pull out my phone for a couple of games.  (I was determined that the kids would see more of Disney than a screen, so we used it very sparingly.)  We made our way to the front of the line and asked Daisy about her favorite flowers.  She took a long time with us and then ushered us right over to Minnie, who was adorable.  More pictures, more autographs, more yes or no questions (is your favorite color pink? Of course!)  



It was about 12:15pm by this point, so we decided to get lunch on the way out of the park.  
We visited Casey's Corner for some huge hot dogs and sat outside in the warm sun eating them up.  As we chowed down, a little parade went by with a few musical machines and some dancers and stilt-walkers (though AJ insisted they just had really, really long legs!)  It wasn't a big deal, but it one of those little extra things that made our trip so special.  Here we are just eating lunch, kids, and there goes a WHOLE STINKIN' PARADE.  Because stuff like that just happens at Disney World.  

We wrapped it up and headed back by way of the monorail to the parking lot and then walked out to our parking space.  Back at the hotel, I helped get the kids down for naps and rest and then went inside to the lobby gift shop (which was the size of an entire Disney store) to pick up the personalized ornament I'd gotten a few days earlier.  (Yup, they can just send stuff you buy anywhere to you at the resort so you don't have to deal with toting it around.)  Back in the room, I began packing up a little and then we got the kids up for snacks and baths.  We changed clothes and headed to the Magic Kingdom for our final hoorah.  

We opted to ride the tram in from the parking lot and then got on the monorail over to the park.  (Yes, at this point, we realized a bus might've been easier for this leg, but we didn't feel like dealing with the insane crowds when we left that night.)  Even with getting through bag check and band scanning, we were still a little early for our first FastPass window.  We'd told the kids they could each pick one last thing to do and Luke and Audrey both wanted to do the Tea Cups, so we walked over.  We got on and I faked being sick and dizzy again, much to their delight.  We promised Audrey that yes, that was indeed the fastest we'd gone, and smoothed our clothes and hair down in an effort to get presentable for meeting Princess Anna and Queen Elsa.  

Even with a FastPass, the wait was about 15-20 minutes for this one, as it is by far the most popular character meeting in Disney World right now.  I'd stayed up until midnight on the day our FastPasses opened up sixty days prior to try and reserve it and was thankful it paid off.  As we stood in line, I caught sight of a young boy in a hospital-bed type wheelchair in front of us.  My eyes welled up as I looked at the adults with him and read their t-shirts:  Make a Wish Foundation.  Oh Lord, THANK YOU for my healthy kids.  I just can't even imagine.  I prayed a silent prayer for that family and looked at my kids with renewed gratitude.   

When it was our turn, I had trouble scanning my Magic Band, so by the time Luke and I rounded the corner, Audrey was already talking with Elsa.  I scrambled to get the video camera going and simultaneously soak up the moment listening to her talk to the kids.  I was so flustered, I didn't even have a cool question to ask her, but oh well.  We went straight from her to Anna and repeated the process.  Audrey beamed in her Frozen dress and they chatted briefly about chocolate, I think (?!)  



We finished the royal introduction and were ushered out into a gift shop attached to the building.  I went over to a FastPass kiosk to see if there were any left I could get (you can get one more at a time at a kiosk after you use up your initial three.)  There wasn't anything available that we wanted to do, so we headed to do our third and final Dumbo ride.

This time, we let the kids play in the play area in the middle of the queue for a minute.  Luke stubbornly didn't want to leave when we were ready to do the ride, so there was a moment of meltdown when David had to go retrieve him from a climbing tunnel.  The tears quickly vanished when we walked outside and climbed aboard our little elephant.  This time I rode with Luke and AJ rode with David.  I made her promise to raise and drop David quickly like she'd done with me the past two times (each elephant seat has its own lever to manually adjust the height.)  We got off the ride and headed straight to the Crystal Palace for our 6:15 dinner reservations.  

They were running a bit behind and didn't seat us until 6:30.  The kids ran around outside while we waited and Luke shout-sang "Let it go, let it gooooo!" at the top of his lungs to passersby.  Thankfully, most didn't seem to mind too much.  Once we got a table, it was buffet style, so we got to fix plates right away.  Piglet came by first, then Eeyore.  There was a long break before we saw Winnie the Pooh make his way to our side of the restaurant.  

Since it was about 7:15, we decided David needed to go scout out a place for the 8:00 parade we were trying to make.  Pooh was one table away when his "handler" said he needed to go see Christopher Robin and would be right back.   We waited about ten more minutes and then, just as he approached our table, Luke fell off the bench seat and burst into tears.  I asked Pooh if he could do the table behind us for a minute and quickly tried to talk Luke down.  I may or may not have even bribed him with another bite of dessert if he would dry his tears immediately.  You do what you gotta do when you've been waiting an hour to meet Pooh.  It worked and Pooh posed for pictures and did autographs for the kids.  




It was about 7:40 at this point and I tried to talk the kids into skipping Tigger so we could get to the parade, but they wanted to wait.  He finally bounced over and we completed the fourth and final character meeting of the dinner.  We raced to the bathroom and then out to the parade.  Both kids were tired and had used up all of their patience at dinner, so when I pulled out surprise glow sticks and then Audrey lost the princess top to one of her wands, she began bawling and I nearly did.  Thankfully, kind strangers next to us who didn't speak English very well pulled out their phones for flashlights and located the plastic piece for her.  We repaid their kindness by sharing some of our glow sticks and it was quite the moment of international peace.

Because we'd cut it so close, we didn't have to wait long for the parade to begin.  Soon, lit up floats came down Main Street and made us forget everything except what was right in front of us at that moment.  The parade lasted about 15-20 minutes and included Cinderella on a carriage and Peter Pan and Captain Hook jousting on a ship.  Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs walked by in lit up costumes and waved right at us.  The kids were enthralled but when it ended, so did their upbeat excitement.  I pulled out bubbles and tried to keep them happy while we waited for the next show to start.  Crowds filled in around us and the kids were really starting to fade.  I knew if I could just make them hang in there for few more minutes it would all be worth it. (How often has God thought that about us?!)

Sure enough, the lights dimmed on the buildings around us and Cinderella's Castle lit up for the Celebrate the Magic light show.  I held Audrey up to see and David held Luke and we could almost feel their excitement as each scene was projected and the music changed.  Tinkerbell floated around the castle and waved her magic pixie dust, changing the different images.  At one point, Audrey said out loud, "Tink!  Whatcha up to now, babe?!"  I about died laughing.  

There was a short break before the Wishes fireworks show began and we turned to the commotion beside us, realizing that a nearby couple had just gotten engaged.  What a cool thing to witness!  Suddenly the lights dimmed again and then it was time for our third and final entertainment of the evening.  

Y'all.  I can't even put into words the sheer joy those ten minutes were for me.  It was such a stinkin' Disney commercial cliche, I almost couldn't bare it.  My face was hurting from my huge smile as boom after boom lit up the sky.  I realized this was the first fireworks show the kids had ever seen and MAN, what a display.  They are forever ruined for 4th of July.  Audrey squeezed me tightly as she whispered oohs and aahhs.  I'm not going to lie, I totally closed my eyes and made a wish.  I teared up and sighed a big sigh as the grand finale signaled the show was over.  What a way to end the trip!



Still riding the high of the shows, we didn't mind the chaos of the crowd as we pushed our way to the ferry (we'd learned the other night that it was way faster than catching the monorail.)  We waved farewell and marveled at the whole night as we disembarked and walked towards the parking lot tram. Determined to keep our positive attitudes, we calmly managed to get on and off it without any injuries or too much frustration.  It helped that the people in front of us thought our kids were the cutest they'd ever seen and repeatedly told them so.  

We got off the tram and loaded the kids into their strollers for the last time.  I made a comment to David about Luke and I beating he and Audrey to the car.  He told us he was way too tired...before taking off running.  I sprinted to catch up and we all cracked up as we "tied" the race (it was not our first rodeo competing with the kids.)  

It was well after 10pm before everyone got into bed, but I assure you that we all had magnificent images dancing in our heads as we drifted into a great night's sleep.  It had been a dream-come-true evening, to be sure.  

Day Five - Monday, February 2nd

Getting up the next morning was not easy.  We let the kids sleep in as long as we could stand while quietly packing up around them.  David loaded the car as much as possible before stirring them.  It was clear by the grumpiness it had been a short night's sleep and that no one wanted to leave.  We turned on some of the old Mickey cartoons that Audrey had grown to love and listened to her laugh hysterically at the slapstick humor while we finished getting them ready.  

David took the last of the luggage down to the van and I walked the kids to the resort food court to use our remaining snack credits for breakfast.  We scarfed down muffins and went to the gift shop to choose souvenirs.  Audrey simply could not decide between a stuffed doll that transformed from Else to Anna and an Ariel figurine play set.  Tears filled her eyes and, being a complete push-over, I let her get both even though it blew the budget she'd saved and the spending money she'd gotten by a long shot.  I told her she would have to save up for the Ariel toy and earn it at home before she could play with it.  Her grin told me she definitely would.  Luke chose a Peter Pan figurine play set and I grabbed a fun snack to sneak in Audrey's lunchbox when she started back to school.

David took the kids to the van while I went to check out.  I asked the lady at the front desk to jot down a quick note to each kid so I could implement a surprise at home.  She obliged and also threw in a couple of autographed pictures of Mickey, because customer service reigns supreme at Disney.

With a little gloom, we made our way out to the interstate.  The clouds around us matched our mood and little rain drops gathered on our windows.  Somehow it always makes it a teensy bit easier to leave somewhere fun if it's raining.  

We stopped at Wendy's for lunch and hurried through our burgers in an effort to get back on the road.  We hit major traffic coming into town because a suspicious package had closed the downtown connector, so everywhere was backed up.  We still managed to swing by and pick up dinner and get home in just under 8 hours, so it was about on par with our estimation and our trip down.

The kids were happy to see their house and toys again and amused themselves while David unloaded and I began unpacking.  I set up the kids' surprises on their beds, but it was like putting a bandaid on a severed limb for all it helped to ease the withdrawal.  Still, they appreciated the new toys for a little bit while we rushed through Audrey's homework (she "couldn't" do some of it in the car because it was too bumpy) and got them into pajamas.  If there is one good thing about vacation ending, it's getting to sleep in your own bed again.  We tucked them in and put ourselves to bed not long after, exhausted and a little down, but really excited about what an amazing time it had been.

In closing (if you've made it this far, CONGRATULATIONS! And also, "Hi Mom and Pam!"), I want to recap my top ten favorite moments of the trip:


My Top Ten Favorites:

1)  Standing on Main Street experiencing the parades and Wishes fireworks with my family
2)  Watching the kids meet "real" princesses, specifically Belle and Ariel  
3)  Riding the Seven Dwarfs Mine Train at night with fireworks going off overhead.  (Even if the kids may not do another roller coaster for quite some time.)
4)  Watching the kids sing and laugh during all of the shows
5)  Meeting Woody and Buzz from Toy Story
6)  Having dessert after every meal
7)  Watching David dance with Audrey in the middle of a hotel lobby while waiting for dinner reservations.
8)  Feeling childhood nostalgia 
9)  The amazing weather.  Sunshine, seventies, and warm breezes blowing!
10)  Getting to say "yes" so often.  Yes to missing school, yes to dessert, yes to that ride again, yes to staying up late, yes to that souvenir.  YES, for no other reason than DISNEY!  I'm pretty sure that must be what it's like to be a grandparent.

So there you have it.  That was Disney World.  It wasn't without a few meltdowns (mine) and tears (again, mine), but we managed expectations pretty well, got to see and do all that we set out to do, and made truly unforgettable memories that will last a lifetime.  

It was, in a word, magical.  :)



That Time I Almost Had Patience For a Full Day

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Today was one of those exercises-in-patience days.  Amazingly, I was pretty proud of myself earlier in the evening for how I handled everything, especially given what all is on my plate at the moment and having a husband who is out of town.  I miraculously held it together through multiple stressful situations:

I did not lose it during the 437 errands Luke and I ran today, including WALMART and their stupid one check-out line, bless my heart. I so hate that place, but the budget deems it necessary to visit there from time to time.  

I did not lose it when traffic was at a complete standstill due to construction three separate times for 5-10 minutes each time while on our hurried way home with grumbling tummies.    

I did not lose it when a client sent a undecipherable list of edits and requests for our already-overwhelmed team to tackle.  

I did not lose it when Luke woke up cranky from nap and was painfully uncooperative as we prepared to get Audrey off the bus.

I did not lose it when I cut my finger on the dishwasher in the same spot that had been cut the day before on the smoothie blender.  

I did not lose it when Luke DID lose it after the book fair at Audrey's school.  I mean full on screaming-crying-holy-fit-pitching.  Why would this angel boy do such a thing, you ask?  Because I refused to carry his able-bodied self the fifty feet to the van.  And yes, the principal did walk out at that exact moment and I gave him my best "gotta love parenting" smile.  (He's yours in three more years, sucka.)

I did not lose it on our last quick errand when the kids decided everything in the entire store needed to be touched and multiple sales people decided it was a great time to stop me and be super chatty.  

I did not lose it when Audrey DID lose it after Luke spilled her ketchup at dinner.  I'm talkin' body-wracking sobs because she thought he got it on her pink tutu.  Turns out he didn't.  But as I've taught her: when in doubt, always err on the side of overdramatic.

I did not lose it when Luke made it abundantly clear that he did not want to get ready for bed and moved in slow-motion for ten minutes to prove his point.  

ALL of these high-stress intense moments and I managed to be calm, collected, and sickeningly sweet to my children.  

And then...

Well, then came bedtime routine, y'all.   Bedtime routine on the third night of solo bedtime routining with my what's-left-to-do-before-I-can-sleep list reeling in my head.  We managed to get into pajamas, brush teeth, and read our story without issue.  I bowed my head to pray and, in the middle of my prayer, the children refused to stop kicking each other. 

So...I did lose it.  IN THE MIDDLE OF MY PRAYER.  I paused to forcefully break it up and fuss angrily through gritted teeth.  I tried unsuccessfully to save the moment but ended up launching into what David and I call "lecture praying" when the individual praying aloud is not actually talking to God, but rather talking to you through their intercession.  

UGG.  

I opened my eyes to see their bottom lips poked out and I sighed a deep sigh and whispered, "I'm so sorry I lost my temper and did that, you guys."  We talked about why it was important to listen when someone is praying and I apologized again.  They forgave me and I went on with putting them to bed, making sure to end the day on a better note with giggles and songs.  

Here's the thing:  I am not perfect.  (Shocker, I know.)  I CANNOT do this on my own.  And just when I think things are going great and I have a good handle on it all, something very human in me snaps and reminds me that that is not true.  Even in the very middle of literally connecting with God, I am capable of sinning.  Oh, how I need Him and His new mercies each morning.  And oh how these children need their Mama to let go of the quest for perfection, whether conscious or subconscious, and be transparent in my mistakes and my need for a Savior in both big and little mess-ups.  

Lord, please let these kids remember the thousand things that went well today and fill in the gaps with your grace...and please give us peaceful rest tonight!  

Thankful Thursday

Thursday, January 22, 2015

You read the title right:  This is a Thankful Thursday post!  The first one since September, y'all.  It's not that I haven't been thankful, but, well, you know...LIFE.  So in case it happens to crop up again (as life is prone to do), don't get to used to seeing these again just yet.

1.  The 2002 Toyota 4Runner that we traded in this week.  It was my first car purchase after years and years of hand-me-downs and I loved it.  It never required anything beyond basic maintenance and served us amazingly well for nine years.  



2.  The new (to us) 2012 Acura TL that #1 helped pay for for my dear husband.  He is downright giddy!  I'm so happy for him and grateful we could do this.



3. Getting some time alone at home.  On Wednesday I shipped Luke off to his grandparents' for the day so I could get some things done at the house.  I may or may not have even snuck in some DVR catch up, too.  It felt luxurious.  

4.  Our new 12Stone Buford Campus, which is now officially open and meeting at Lanier High School!  It's been an adjustment, especially for the kids, but we know this is where God wants us to worship and serve right now.  Come check it out with us anytime!  

5.  My brother, Brian, whose birthday is Saturday.  We've gotten closer this past year and I'm so proud of the husband and father he is!  (Side note: my apologies to all those loved ones whose b'days I missed while not doing TT posts.  I'm very grateful for you too!)

Happy Friday and have a wonderful weekend!

New Mercies Each Morning

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Yesterday was a tough day.  I knew it wasn't going to go well when I woke up at 6am having gotten only 4 1/2 hours sleep the night before (Audrey woke me up coughing and then I couldn't get back to sleep for various reasons.)  I somehow managed to trudge through my major responsibilities and errands for the day:  getting AJ off to school, feeding and taking care of Luke, running by the bank, making some returns, doing chores back at home, knocking out an extra long work to-do list, cooking dinner, etc.  I even squeezed in some play time outside with the kids and cut, stuffed, and addressed Luke's birthday party invitations.  

All in all, it wasn't an awful day, just one of those that requires a heck of a lot of effort to simply get through.  Everything feels like a battle either with your independence-exerting two year old or your own inner two year old.  As I sank into my pillow last night expecting to feel relieved, I felt guilty about the way I'd handled a lot of different situations, especially with Luke.  I don't often wrestle with that kind or level of guilt.  Not because I get it right all the time, by ANY means, but because a) I know that is not from God  b) I'm learning that feeling that way is such a waste of time and c) I rarely get it as wrong as I had yesterday in so many arenas.  It was one of those "I'm never gonna be enough" moments I blogged about in this post.  

I'd yelled at Luke for - get this - yelling at me, I'd been impatient and sarcastic with both kids, I'd worked on stuff for my job long after I knew I needed to stop and focus on my family, I had brushed off their excited stories with brief "uh-huhs", I'd given in when I should've been consistent and dug in when I should've cut slack, I'd short changed text and social media interactions with family and friends...the list could go on and on.  I asked God for forgiveness and begged for a restful night's sleep as I drifted off.

This morning the alarm went off signaling it was time for my morning run.  As I opened the garage door to the dark, chilly air, I began to pray again.  Not only was the guilt still hanging over me, but I realized how long I'd been at this parenting little ones thing and how much longer I had in these pre-elementary school trenches (coupled with the panicked "it's going SO fast!" inner voice)  How many more times was  I going to get it wrong?!  The number I estimated (1,000,000,000,000) was almost a physical heaviness as I started to jog the boringly familiar roads.  I realized that lately I've felt the monotonous weight bearing down a little more uncomfortably than usual.

I turned up a new podcast I've recently discovered called "God Centered Mom" and listened to two women discuss how to parent with grace.  As their words entered my ears and my sleepy brain, I tried to focus.  While they were talking, God whispered His words of grace in my ear:  "Just try again.  Today is a new day.  I've called you to do this and I will equip you - sometimes in advance and sometimes minute by minute."  As I put one foot in front of the other and watched the miles add up on my running app, I realized that was all God was asking me to do.  Not to panic about the time I had left (whether it felt like an eternity as it had the day before or like a blink as it often does when I look back).  Just to put one foot in front of the other and keep receiving His grace and extending it to others AND myself.  

I ran up the last hill towards our house feeling lighter and thankful.  I walked into the kitchen to two kids and a husband who were excited to see me, despite all my faults.  After catching my breath, I sat down and apologized to them for several things I'd done wrong the day before.  They forgave me immediately and we went about our morning routine.  As I drove Audrey to school, I brought up the Lamentations verse about God's mercies being new each morning.  We talked about what that meant and how amazing it is that we don't "burn through" all of our chances.  I also shared how great it was that even though God IS perfect, He knows we aren't and doesn't expect us to try and achieve that impossible feat.   

Don't get me wrong - there are plenty of days on this journey when it's about more than "just getting though" or simply persevering.  But, frankly, there are a number of them in this stage of life where that is exactly what you have to do...put one foot in front of the other and just survive until bedtime.  The amazing, joyous news is that whichever kind of day I've had, His mercies are new each morning.  THANK YOU, LORD!

"The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; His mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; Great is Your faithfulness."  Lamentations 3:22-23


Happy 2015!

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

As usual, my "Happy New Year" post is a little late, but it's only because I want to lengthen the celebration for you.  (Hey, I beat last year's first blog post by nearly two weeks and the year before I didn't post in January AT ALL, so I see this as a major improvement.)  Regardless of my tardiness, I hope you had a wonderful Christmas and that your 2015 is off to a great start.  

"So, do you have any new year's resolutions, Heather?"  Oh, I'm so glad you asked.  For the first time in years, I actually do.  I love this time of year...this fresh start season.  I feel the same about August and back to school.  And in the fall, you get fresh school supplies everywhere, too!  Ahhh, pretty notebooks and sharpened pencils.  Heavenly.  But I digress...

I've noticed there are generally three different schools of thought when it comes to resolutions.  The first group of folks are the non-participants.  They tend to think things like, "It's a fact that resolutions fail" or "Why bother?  I/You/They/Things aren't going to actually change long-term."  They usually have great reasons for this position.  They may have proven it to themselves a thousand times or had it proven to them by others.  Perhaps they don't like the pressure that comes with making resolutions and the guilt that seeps in afterward for not being able to keep up.  I'm not saying the non-participants are lazy people who don't believe in goal-setting.  Maybe they just hate the hoopla of January 1st.  Whatever the reason, they don't make new year's resolutions.  

The second group of people are the overachievers.  They start out with a dozen different life-altering goals and go 100 miles per hour attempting to achieve them all simultaneously until they burn out, usually around week two or three.  No one, not even Martha Stewart herself, can sustain a list of resolutions that includes dropping 20 lbs, becoming more organized, revamping the family budget, spending more time on a hobby, playing with the kids more, cooking healthier meals, getting more involved at church, and going on weekly dates with your spouse.  I love their good intentions, but bless their hearts, they make me want to take a nap.

The third group is the one I'm trying really hard to be in this year:  the realists.  They're the ones that know that goal-setting can be a positive thing if it's done correctly.  They know that there are practical steps you can take and follow to attempt to stick with those few, specific goals for as long as possible.  And here's the kicker:  They know life happens.  WHEN (not if) they fail, they attempt to land on their feet and try again.  Sometimes they succeed, sometimes they don't.  But to me, if you can avoid the guilt-trap (and that's a doozie), whatever progress made as a result is better than not attempting anything.  

So, fellow realists, let's do this.  Let's put on PBS Kids for the littles, fix a cup of coffee, and take ten minutes soul-searching and discussing with the Lord one or two or three (at most) things that could make this a better year.  

I'm going to be bold and throw my list out there in hopes that it will help with a little accountability, which, by the way, is HUGE when it comes to staying on track with goals.  I have a fitness accountability partner that I check in with weekly.  We share short-term and long-term goals, pray for one another, and cheer each other on.  Which brings me to number one...

1.  Getting my behind (and my arms and my stomach and my thighs) back into shape, which, by the looks of the crowds at the gym, is not an original idea.  I am not signed up for any races at the moment, which is part of the problem.  I need the motivation of one to keep me on track, so I'll be looking for something soon.  I'd like to drop ten pounds by the first of March.  I have specific steps and a new Fitbit to help me along.  And of course, those pounds will probably revisit me and leave me about 3 times this year, but like I wrote earlier, it's about trying again and, therefore, not making it 30 lbs.  

2.  Read more.  Goal of approx. one book per month with at least ten this year.  I have three waiting on my nightstand right now, "Best Yes" by Lysa Terkeurst, "Interrupted" by Jen Hatmaker, and "Hands Free Mama" by Rachel May Stafford.  If a few of the words of these wise women seep into my subconscious and affect how I do life, that will be a bonus. 

3.  Be more intentional about raising my kids with a love for the Lord and instilling virtues in them in fun ways by reading "In This House We Will Giggle" and implementing some of its strategies.  There is a new focus each month, so my goal is to hit at least 8 out of 12 months.

That's it?!  Yup, that's it.  Not huge stuff.  Nothing earth-shattering.  Just small things that I think will make me/this year/our family a little better.  I could add more.  I definitely have more to-dos in my mind for this year (could it finally be time to finish Luke's baby book?!) and room for more growth.  But, alas, I'm aiming to be a realist, not an over-achiever.  Join me, won't you?  Whether we blow it away with success or blow it all to pieces, there's always August.  I could even get a nice, new journal to jot fresh resolutions down in...

Christmas 2014 & December Recap

Monday, January 5, 2015

Fair warning, this post is a doozie.  Then again, it was a doozie of month!  Just be sure you're not late to any meetings because you get caught up in the awesomeness.  

December was...well, it was December.  Slammed busy at some points, peaceful at others, full of family and friends and food, and covered in glitter.  This year, as with most other years, I attempted to block off a bunch of white space in our calendar.  That meant turning down more than one invitation, which I did with a sense of half-pride and half-guilt, but don't regret a bit.  I feel like right now is the "golden age" with the kids both still believing in Santa and I want so badly to soak up every bit of the holidays.  It's not like I won't want to when they're older, it's just that, well, there's something very magical and innocent about it all right now.  You know, before the requests for the i-whatever start rolling in and then they have to leave after lunch to go to their boyfriend's or girlfriend's houses.  I better move on before I get all emotional about it right now...

So, in an effort to make the most of the season/month/break, we created a "bucket list" of sorts.  I did the same for summer and it was great.  I know that most people would find this practice to be a bit...much...but I have discovered that it helps our family tremendously. We all brainstorm ideas to put on there and we aim to keep things very feasible.  If they don't all get checked off (they didn't on summer's, but did here), I don't freak out.  I don't feel like a failure or guilty.  I just keep that in mind for next time.  And then, and this has proven to be the best part for me personally, when the time has passed and I think, "Oh! I should've done this and that!  We didn't soak it up enough!  We didn't seize the moment/day/opportunity",  I look back at this list and tell myself to calm down.  In it lies proof that we did some incredibly fun things and lived it up to the max.   




So now that you have an overview of some of the cool stuff we did this month, let me break it down in a little more detail:

Way back at the end of October, we were asked by our church to do the shopping for a local family in need.  Through no fault of their own, they weren't able to get us a wish list from the family and a budget until the beginning of December.  Now, most people would have a field day with this.  Me?  Hi, my name is Heather Sinyard and I have OCD.  It is very stressful to have a tight budget, seven people to shop for that you know nothing about except age and gender, and  a very limited time frame.  I started hunting down donations for some of the bigger ticket items and then David and I had a date night and tried to knock out a big chunk of it together.  I dragged Luke out to do the clothes and shoes shopping on the first Friday and he was a complete trooper.  

To reward his patience and take a break, that evening we headed over to the Suwanee Town Center Christmas Celebration.  Unfortunately, they didn't have it hosted by a local church as they've done in the past and the new event didn't have nearly the same level of activities.  Nonetheless, the kids had a good time roasting marshmallows and hearing a school chorus sing a few songs before we headed home early because of the drizzle.  

That first weekend was full of wrapping all the gifts we'd bought the adopted family and finishing up decorating around the house.  That Sunday afternoon, we went to Cookies and Cocoa with Santa, which is an incredible event that our neighborhood puts on at the clubhouse.  The kids were a little nervous, but Luke pushed it down and courageously started walking right up to the jolly ol' elf.  As soon as AJ saw that, she couldn't let her baby brother show her up and joined him.  They sat and Audrey read Santa their letters and they chatted for a minute while I got some great pictures.  Afterward, they ate cookies and colored a picture while their hot chocolate cooled off.  We took some more pictures outside and then headed home.  (By the way, in case you're wondering and/or for my own memory later, AJ asked for an Aurora dress, a Belle doll, and some surprises.  Luke asked for a Jake and the Neverland Pirates DVD, a dinosaur toy, and some surprises.)

That Monday, I picked Audrey up early from school and took her to lunch, Christmas shopping for her dad and brother, and her eye doctor appointment.  Unfortunately she had not improved enough to be finished with patching, which frankly, well...it just sucks.  No nicer way to say it (though I can think of a few uglier ways.)  Plus, the doc wanted us to continue and come back in twelve weeks instead of six, so UGG.  Three more months of remembering and nagging, nagging, nagging.  On an unrelated but related note: the toe walking has improved a bit, but we haven't been keeping up the stretching very well and no, I can't even think about putting physical therapy appointments on my plate right now.  We'll cross that bridge in February. May I just take a moment to praise the Lord that this is all we have to deal with?  I cannot fathom how mamas with more serious medical issues or of more than two kids do it.  

That week we hosted a dinner with our campus pastor and his family and our co-small group leaders.  I kept it simple with a taco bar, rice, and beans (had to be kid-and allergy-friendly) It was a lot of fun getting to know them a little better and a lot of crazy with six kids six and under running around.  On Wednesday I spent three hours volunteering at Audrey's school and eating lunch with her.  The kids were so cute telling me what they wanted for Christmas.  Well, except the three that said "iPads".  Puh-lease.  (But hey, bring them in for Bring Your Own Device Day, because my kindergartener sure isn't going to take ours in!) Most of the rest just said they were asking for surprises.  That evening, we met up with our old "Cobb County Crew" friends for dinner and had an awesome time catching up and laughing.  I've said it 1,000 times before, but man there is something so special about having "knew you when..." friends.  

That week also happened to hold two surgeries for ones very dear to my heart.  A precious friend having serious knee surgery a state away and my niece having to come up to Atlanta to have a plate put in her broken arm that refused to heal right.  Both amazing ladies came out on top of course.  That Sunday afternoon, Audrey and I went to go visit Annelise where she was recovering at her maternal grandparents' house.  The girls had a great time catching up and playing for awhile.  After we left, I drove Audrey around some of my old stomping ground and took her by the church I was baptized in and, years and a few churches in between later, married in.  We also stopped by my first house that I lived in from birth to second grade.  It was surreal having her stand in those places I once stood at her age, but very special.  

The third week was a bit of a blur, as we delivered the gifts to the family we'd shopped for, hosted my Dad and stepmom for dinner for my Dad's birthday, and then finished the final preparations for Audrey's class party and gifts for her teachers.  My co-room mom's husband had surgery the day before the party, so she was unable to come up to the school the day before and help me set up.  Fortunately, I have an amazing husband who had worked his butt off measuring and cutting out things to make the gingerbread door decor - my pièce de résistance.  I worked most of the day that Wednesday putting it up along with the inside classroom decor and it turned out really well.  

The party kicked off at 8:30am and was a huge hit.  We had five stations for groups of 3-4 kids to rotate through every ten minutes:  making reindeer food, "catching" the gingerbread man with a fishing pole, Christmas bingo, decorating a gingerbread man cookie, and painting a gingerbread boy or girl ornament.  The one thing that could've been better was the rotation of the centers.  It got a little chaotic because so many parents jumped in and tried to "help."  Oh, well.  Live and learn.  Next time I'll take one minute at the start of the party and explain what the process will be.  Everyone still had a great time doing each of the activities and that's what matters.  After they finished, the teacher took them out of the class while we did a few minutes of cleaning up and fixing their plates for them.  Handling it that way was per the teacher's request and it worked out great.  It's like she's done this before...  They came back in and ate a huge feast that we'd all brought in.  Donut holes, fruit, chicken minis, cookies, crackers - they were stuffed!  The teacher gathered them around to listen to the Gingerbread Boy book while we wiped off tables and pulled down some of the decorations.  Audrey was sad to see us go when it was all over (that's right, David came too because he ROCKS).  I know she had a blast, which makes every hour and dollar spent worth it.  One day it won't be so cool for Mommy to throw the parties, so I'll take it while I can.  

I'd purposely planned a date that night for David and I to celebrate the end of the hard work of the season.  I ended up having to do some stuff for my job, so I headed to the restaurant early and got it done while I was waiting on him.  He joined me around 5 and we ate then went...drumroll, please...ice skating!  We hadn't done it in years and it was a lot of fun.  He used to play ice hockey, so he has way more skill than I do.  And by "way more", I mean I stand very close to the wall and use one foot to push myself around and will myself not to fall every two seconds while he's doing skating backwards and doing zig zags.  I kept asking him if he thought I was ready for a triple axle jump, but he kept refusing.  Not a risk taker, that one.  We enjoyed ourselves tremendously, though, and talked about a lot as little kids zoomed past me.  Show-offs.  

That Friday, the three of us took little gifts in to Audrey's specials' teachers (PE, music, art, theather arts, guidance, media center) and administrators and then Luke and I left AJ to finish up her last day and headed home to have a big baking fest.  We made 8-10 dozen cookies to give away to various neighbors and people.  When Audrey got off the bus, we rushed to Hobby Lobby to pick up a couple more tins for them and something else to squeeze in a package for my grandfather, who was in a rehab facility after a bad fall at Thanksgiving broke his sternum.  I kept checking my watch in a panic, trying to make it to the post office before it closed at 5:00pm.  I berated myself for not doing it earlier in the day, but I'd just run out of time.  All I could focus on was wanting to get him fresh, homemade cookies as close to Christmas as possible.  

We pulled in the post office parking lot at 4:44 and I breathed a sigh of relief...until I noticed the sign on the door had their hours listed as 9:00am - 4:45pm.  What ensued next was ugly, y'all.  I grabbed the children, rushed inside, and pitched a holy fit (though completely clean-mouthed, miraculously) about the stupidity of closing at 4:45.  I mean, really.  4:30?  Sure.  But who the heck closes on the quarter of an hour?!  Obviously the root of my issue was much deeper as I stood there thinking about my grandfather with tears stinging in my eyes.  The clerk ultimately refused to help me, but thankfully told me about the post office down the street that stayed open until 6pm.  I walked outside, calmed down, apologized to the kids for losing my cool (I thought for days about going back to the clerk and saying I was sorry - it wasn't her fault.  I still haven't done it yet.)  We went to the other post office, got the packages mailed off, dropped off a tin of cookies at the fire station, and got home in time to eat a late McDonald's dinner that my dear husband had thrown me a lifeline and picked up for us.  

We caught our breath for a minute with the Frosty the Snowman movie and tried to switch gears from preparation to celebration.  The next day was Christmas #1 with David's Mom's side of the family in Alabama.  The kids kicked things off by opening a few gifts and then we dragged out the big tables and ate a feast that never ceases to amaze or stuff me.  Gift opening commenced after lunch and the adults got to join in, too.  We paused only long enough to go get another plate of dessert.  Luke went down for a nap and Audrey dug into some of her crafty presents.  She disappeared into the back room for a little while to escape the crowd, but made sure she had a grandparent with her so she'd have a little bit of an audience.  She's my introverted girl and I'm really trying to recognize when she needs her space and let her have it.  We finished opening gifts and hung out chatting, snoozing, and playing for the rest of the afternoon.  We loaded up the van, headed back across the Georgia state line, and made it home just in time for dinner and bed. 

The next morning we got up and got ready for church.  David's parents joined us for the special Christmas service and then we went to brunch afterward.  The next couple of days were spent cleaning house, finishing final details/wrapping, and being lazy.  On Monday night, David took Audrey out for dinner and to go shopping for me while Luke and I hung out and cleaned.  On Tuesday, I wrote some ideas of stuff to do on strips of paper and let the kids draw them from a jar.  They'd do each thing for ten minutes and I'd take a "play break" and join in with them on the third thing (or after twenty minutes of them playing by themselves.)  It worked amazingly well and I've already migrated the items onto colorful popsicle sticks because I can tell this will come in handy for a long, long time.  Everything was done and clean and it was time for Christmas #2 and #3.  David and I put the kids to bed that night and took a moment to savor the peace.  We slow danced to The Christmas Song with just the tree lights on and went to bed feeling grateful.  

David's parents came over early Christmas Eve morning.  We let the kids stay in their pajamas as they tore through gift after gift.  The adults squeezed in our exchanges here and there between assembling toys and cleaning up.  David's mom brought over a yummy casserole and we paused for lunch and then more playtime before they headed out and the kids went down for nap/rest.  While they slept, I started cooking a few dishes for the next day's meals and when they woke up, we baked and decorated Christmas cookies for Santa...and ourselves.  For dinner, we ate our usual Christmas Eve tacos.  The kids changed from pajamas to pajamas (life is so rough, isn't it?!) and opened their ornaments.  Luke got a Where the Wild Things Are one because he loves that book and this was the year he really began to fall in love with hearing stories.  Audrey got a personalized "First Day of Kindergarten" bus ornament.  The kids put out the cookies they'd made along with a glass of milk and carrot and a bag of magic food for the reindeer.  Audrey was panicking about getting to bed so Santa could come and Luke, well-aware that he was supposed to be, kept running around yelling, "I'm tired!  I'm tired!"  We calmed them down long enough to read the Christmas story out of the Bible and The Night Before Christmas before tucking them in.  Audrey didn't even want her little bedside tree turned on because she wanted to fall right to sleep.  When we were sure the stirring had stopped, we signaled Santa.  

The next morning, I woke up, showered, and got the sausage balls and cinnamon rolls ready to bake.  Finally around 7:15, I begged David to let me get the sleepyhead kids up.  We made them wait at the top of the stairs and then I walked down with them to see what Santa had brought.  Luke began stacking his stuff on the couch like he was ready to put it away to make sure he didn't have to give it back!  Audrey immediately wanted to put on her Aurora dress and she lit up when she looked at her beautiful self in the bathroom mirror.  

We played for a few minutes and then took a break to eat a tasty breakfast, complete with Santa cokes in glass bottles for David and I.  We got back to work opening gifts and stockings and spent the morning until lunch playing and laying around.  The kids watched a minute of Jake and the Neverland Pirates DVD that Santa brought Luke while we fixed lunch.  We ate and then played the gift the kids got David - a Xbox Kinect and sports game.  They looked so cute "skiing" and attempting golf, though golf was very frustrating and probably won't be repeated again soon.  

We put them down for rest/naps and did our traditional date gift exchange.  For mine, David got us tickets to go see John Heffron, a comedian that won last comic standing a few years ago, and I got him a gift certificate to Top Golf, a fancy driving range "experience" in Alpharetta.  The kids woke up and we let them play some more while we started putting together dinner.  I shooed everyone out of the kitchen to go play Kinect while I finished up and then we sat in the dining room in our pajamas/lounge clothes and ate ham, macaroni, rolls, deviled eggs, green beans, corn pudding, and potato salad.  It was no Alabama Grandma feast, but it ate. :)  We cleaned up and then prepared to give the kids their last gift (they only get three each from us, we'd just managed to stretch it out all day.)  With the video camera rolling and bated breath, we let them unwrap the thing we'd been waiting to give them for months:  a box of Disney items to reveal our plan to take them to Disney World in January.

Me:  "Audrey, what do those things all have in common?"
AJ:  "Princesses?"
(after more prodding...)
Me:  "Do you want to go to Disney World?"
AJ:  "No."

Huh.  Well, crap.  

Here's what I know about my kid: You will rarely, if ever, get a jump-up-and-down reaction out of her for anything.  She just doesn't do that.  Luke does, but she does not.  And she doesn't like big surprises like that, which I totally understand.  However, I still was not expecting a NO, for pete's sake!

Now in her defense, a conversation had gone down a few days earlier in which she said she wished we could go there sometime.  I seized that opportunity to make a big deal out of how special a trip like that is, how much money it costs, etc.  SO, I think when I asked her, she didn't want to make me feel bad because she thought there was no way we were going.  
At least, that's what I'm sticking with.  


So, after I showed her some videos on Youtube about WHAT exactly it was and how amazing it would be, she began to warm up to the idea.  By the end of the night, she was singing a little about it.  Progress.  We ended the day by me giving David a set of Samsonite suitcases I was really pumped about surprising him with and his reaction was a little more in line with what I'd expected.  Everyone curled up in their beds happy and content from an incredible Christmas day.

I woke up early the next morning to squeeze in a little post-Christmas shopping before our next celebration.  Leaving the kids and David nestled in their beds, I drove through Starbucks and got treated by the customer in front of me, which has never happened before and was such a sweet surprise.  I pulled into the Target parking lot just before they opened and waited.  As the manager unlocked the doors, a line of people rushed to the Christmas section.  I made my way there to join them, but didn't see much I couldn't live without.  I grabbed a couple of things here and there and then went to Kohl's and did the same.  I headed to Hobby Lobby and got there at 9:05am (five minutes after they opened) and could barely move in the wrapping paper aisle.  Again, I grabbed a few things, but didn't get a ton and then went to Parson's, a local upscale gift and home decor boutique.  It wasn't as crazy as it had been last year, and I found an adorable miniature Radio Flyer wagon for decoration under one of our trees and then met David and the kids in the parking lot.  We headed to Christmas #4 at my Dad and Stepmom's house.  The kids watched their new Mr. Rogers DVD (old school!) as we wound through country backroads and enjoyed the scenery.  



We were the first to arrive and caught up with my Dad and Stepmom and all they'd done to their new place.  My dad had set up one of his trains around a tree in the front living room and Audrey and Luke loved watching it and pressing the sound buttons on the control. After the others got there, we fixed lunch and ate.  The kids were ready to jump into present opening, but I used that as motivation to make everyone pose for family pictures first.  They humored me and then got permission to dive into the gifts from Grandpa and Grandma.  It was so fun to have all five opening gifts at the same time and dodge the paper flying everywhere.  The girls got huge craft kits and immediately wanted to color together.  Carson got Nerf guns, so the boys immediately wanted to color with the girls.  No wait.  That's not at all what happened.  :)  The adults tried to carry on conversations amidst the Nerf fights, car races on the giant mat Luke got, Frozen and Shrinky Dinks coloring sessions, and begging for cookies.  It was Christmas with little kids - the very best kind of Christmas there is.  We left a few hours later with our bellies full of food and our minds full of some great new memories.  

We drove back home and the kids watched more Mr. Rogers while David and I talked about financial plans for the next year.  Nothing rounds out a fun day of family like a business meeting.  (I'm actually not being sarcastic.  I love a good business meeting.)  We went home and cleaned up the house a little for Christmas #5.  

Around 10am the next morning, our sweet friends the Taylors arrived.  They now live in South Carolina, but were in town visiting Kara's family for the holidays.  Having just had knee surgery, I was worried about Kara getting around, but should've known better.  Like the Superwoman that she is, she was able to do just about everything as normal.  We let the older kids play while steering Reid away from the tree.  He is in full-on mobile and curiosity mode, which is not at all foreign to me having had two kids, but it's amazing how quickly you forget the energy that takes!  We ordered pizza (because I'm an amazing hostess.  No, actually because I needed something easy and our friends love us enough to get that and not care.)  We ate and caught up on each other's upcoming house projects, trips, and happenings.  In the middle of the conversation, my heart began to ache with the wish that they still lived close, but I tried to pull my head back into enjoying the moment.  As the boys began fading, we knew our visit was coming to an end and we rounded up the kids for goodbye hugs.  It was such a wonderful time and I love being able to pick up right where we left off with them. 

That afternoon, I set out dishes and tidied up in preparation for our sixth and final Christmas the next day.  My brothers, their families, and my mom came over around 10am that Sunday morning.  I set out some spicy corn dip and buffalo chicken dip and we grazed before the usual pictures-before-presents routine.  The kids were experts by this point and gladly obliged before opening gifts from each other and my mom.  We were able to coerce them into a break for lunch and corralled everyone into the kitchen.  My mom brought some delicious chowder for lunch and we ate salad, corn muffins, and chowder until we were really full and then stuffed ourselves with the variety of cookies, brownies, and cupcakes everyone had brought.  (I have NO idea where all this extra weight came from, by the way!)  The kids got their second wind and a sugar high, so I sent everyone down to the basement to run some of it off for a little bit while the adults attempted to talk without interruption for a few minutes.  I mused at how crazy it was that the five of them could go play by themselves for awhile without direct supervision.  We've come a long way, baby.  


Around 2pm, everyone started fading and began to gather up their gifts, food, and respective children to head out.  We said our goodbyes and put our feet up for a few minutes.  It was all over.  6 celebrations in 9 days, 30+ different loved ones (several seen multiple times!), 3 locations (4 events at our place), tons of delicious food, many wonderful gifts, and a partridge in a pear tree.  We were tired, but man, were we grateful.  

The very next day, having the assurance that we celebrated the heck out of the holidays, we dragged down all of the decoration boxes from the attic and started packing stuff away.  It was earlier than we usually do it, but I knew both David and I were going to start back to work that Wednesday and Friday.  I wanted to begin to creep our way back to reality instead of waiting and getting smacked upside the head with it.  We kept the tree up, but over the next several days everything else began to come down.  By Friday when we sent the kids to his parents' house, only the tree remained and we sat around and wrapped ornaments while watching episode after episode of the West Wing that we'd borrowed from friends.

I skipped over my birthday and New Year's, so let me back up for a minute.  My birthday was a very low-key, but fun day.  I got up and went for a run and then we got ready and went to a bookstore.  Audrey and I could've sat there all day and read, but after about an hour (they had toys and a train table too) the boys were getting a little antsy, so we went across the street and looked around in a store or two before hitting Chick-fil-A for lunch.  We went home and all took naps, got up and opened my presents (a spa robe/rap and necklace set from the kids, D had given me a video camera before Christmas), and then made a couple of Christmas gift returns on the way to dinner at a nice Italian restaurant.  We got home and had Great American Cookie Company cake (YUM...and again, what's with all this weight?!)  For the most part, the kids treated me like I was the special birthday girl all day long.  And if they forgot and began to fight or whine, I was unashamedly quick to throw that at them.  It's SO nice that they're getting to the age where they get that!  It was a fantastic day full of my three favorite people and many of my favorite things (running, shopping, spending time with my family, and good food!)

David and I both worked on New Year's Eve and Audrey went to her grandparents' house for a few hours by herself to soak up a little one on two time.  Luke and I went to the grocery store and did some more undecorating.  That evening we ate dinner and David watched GT in the Orange Bowl while I edited pictures.  Around 11:30pm we decided to open some champagne and get ready to ring in 2015.  The older I get, the less about pop culture I know or appreciate, so we didn't stay tuned much past midnight.  We toasted to 2015, finished watching some post-game highlights (Go Jackets!), and turned out the lights.  It was a simple way to send out December and 2014, but, again, the older I get, the more I realize that simple is where it's at.  We were together and we were healthy...little else matters. 

So that was December with ALL of its festivities.  It was a great month full of loved ones and busy with creating new memories.  I hope your Christmas was as merry and that your year was as full.  To 2014:  Thanks.  To 2015:  Ready or not, here we come!





December/Christmas pictures can be viewed here.

November 2014 Recap

Saturday, December 13, 2014

You didn't think I'd be back, did you?  Well as Luke has taken to saying lately when he's victorious, "Ha-HA!"  Here I am again, snuggled in the sunroom at 6am in the morning.  It's my favorite spot in the house, especially this time of year.  The slim Christmas tree in the corner is lit, as are the icicle lights on the back deck.  Sarah McLaughlin's Wintersong is playing on my computer, warm hot chocolate is steaming on the coffee table, and, Lord willin', I have a full hour to get most of this done before someone wakes up.  Here we go:

We started November out in a wonderful way by joining some of our oldest and dearest friends for a Georgia Tech game with some tailgating beforehand.  We have started trying to do this once per year and last year's game was so hot that we aimed for a later game this go-round.  We never imagined it would be as freezing cold as it was!  The girls huddled in the back of our 4Runner with the gate up while we ate delicious Chick-fil-A chicken nuggets (a must when one of the group owns one and one works for corporate), sub sandwiches, buffalo chicken dip, and famous Mama O'Kelley cookies made by one of our friend's moms - a favorite treat since about 1999.  We each had layers upon layers of clothes on and still nearly froze walking over to the stadium.  It was about 32 degrees, which isn't terrible, but the wind was biting.  We managed to stay until the beginning of the fourth quarter so we could do the Budweiser song (a tradition) and then power-walked back to the car.

The first full week, David had to head to California and Colorado for work.  Audrey had Election Day off, which was wonderful.  It's been three months since she started kindergarten and I still miss her terribly.  We didn't do anything super special, just shopped for our Operation Christmas Child shoeboxes, enjoyed lunch out, and visited the park for a long time, but I loved having her with us.  On Wednesday, I had a room mom meeting with my co-leader and we began to map out the "Winter Holiday" party.  Afterwards, I volunteered in the classroom for a couple of hours and stayed to eat lunch with Audrey.  David came home the next day and then, that Saturday, we all headed to Villa Rica for my nephew's third birthday party.  My sister-in-law Jenny had done an incredible job with the bug-themed cake and cute decorations and we let the cousins have a picnic in the family room floor and then listened to them put on a musical performance after James had opened his presents and got a new little microphone.  

The second week of the month, David and I met for a dinner date before attending a meeting at church. Our new campus pastor had approached us about Christmas shopping for a local family on the church's behalf and the meeting had all of the details.  Unfortunately, it lacked the actual family info and shopping list, but more on that later.  The end of the week, we celebrated Audrey's teacher's birthday by baking a pound cake and taking her flowers, her favorite drink, breakfast, and a gift card from the class.  She seemed so appreciative of all of the goodies and as I dropped everything off, I reminded the kids to try extra hard to behave that day.  I imagine it worked for at least twenty minutes.  God bless teachers.  That weekend, we walked the Lanier Under the Lights 5K at Lake Lanier Islands with the kids and David's parents.  Although cold, it was a really neat way to begin the holiday season.  I packed the kids some hot chocolate and we enjoyed seeing all of the cool displays on foot.  

Week three began with church and taking our shoeboxes in for Samaritan's Purse.  The kids had done a fantastic job of shopping for them.  They'd chosen things with careful thought, gently packed them, and prayed over them.  We watched a video online about the kids that receive them and I cried as I once again realized how blessed we are.  I was really thankful that Audrey and Luke seemed to truly "get it" and was so proud watching them tote the boxes into church.  

That Monday evening, I was asked to attend an HOA meeting to present my neighborhood 5K proposal.  Thankfully, it was a small crowd and, Kelly, my sweet small group co-leader surprised me by showing up to offer her moral support.  Everything went well and the general consensus seems to be that it's a go, but they want to gauge neighbors' interest a little more.  They were planning on sending out a resident survey at the beginning of December and will add a question or two about whether a neighborhood 5K would be something people would participate in.  Once they gather those results and see what the response is, they'll make their final decision about granting approval.  

Towards the end of the week, Audrey had a Thanksgiving "play" at school.  Three of the little kindergarten classes participated and the kids were either turkeys, corn, pilgrim women, pilgrim men, Indian women, or Indian men.  She was a pilgrim woman along with about a dozen other little girls and they would say "Mercy Me!" at certain parts of the narrated story.  It was so precious!  They did about eight songs and she sang every word, but didn't look like she was having a blast.  She looked adorable, though, and I couldn't help but sit there and take in the reality that this was going to be one of the last cutsie little programs she would do.  I imagine by first or second grade, this kind of stuff goes away.  

That Friday morning, I took Audrey to school and ran around with Luke gathering donuts and favorite drinks to take in for Audrey's student teacher's last day.  We went up to the school to drop off the food for the class and a gift I'd gotten her from everyone (seriously, not only is being a room mom a part-time job, but it is expensive!)  Between party planning, volunteering, the teacher's birthday, the play, and the student teacher's last day, I am starting to see where the majority of November's money and time was spent.  

That Friday night, the kids went to David's parents' to spend the night while David and I dragged out the Christmas decorations and began to assemble the big tree.  (I know, I know...it was before Thanksgiving!  When you have 25+ boxes of decorations and three trees, you have to start early!)  The kids came back that Saturday to a half-decorated winter wonderland and the six of us all ate a spaghetti dinner together to help me carb up for my race the next day.  

Sunday morning dawned bright and early and...rainy.  I'd made up my mind I was going to run my half marathon as long as it was being held.  As I drove the hour across town to the park where it was going to be, I tried to mentally prepare myself for the challenge.  I sat in the car for as long as I could and then grabbed an umbrella to head to the pavilion where everyone was gathered (no sense in getting drenched before I even started!)  In addition to dry clothes for afterward, I had packed an extra shirt, jacket, socks, and shoes in case I wanted to change mid-race.  They started the clock and we headed for the five loops and an out-and-back course, whose boredom would prove to be a hurdle in and of itself.  The first couple of miles as I watched the water droplets fall off of the corner of my ball cap, I thought "This is amazing!  This is so hardcore!  You are doing this!"  By mile four I was thinking, "This is insane.  This is miserable.  WHY are you doing this!?"  But I knew why - because once you do hard things like run half marathons in single digit wind chills (last November) and pouring rain, something in you changes and you realize "hey, I can do really, really hard things."  That sense of accomplishment can never be taken away.  It gives me strength to draw from when other tough stuff comes.  

Finally, after running for what seemed like days, I crossed the finish line.  Because of the awful weather, David and the kids had stayed home, so it was an anti-climatic and lonely finish, but it was finally over.  Drenched doesn't begin to describe it.  My pants had stretched out from the water so I had run on the bottom of them for most of the race.  My shoes were so water-logged and heavy that my quads ached for days afterward.  My time wasn't the greatest, but it was by far my most mentally challenging race to date.  I'd made it and I had the medal with the wrong date to prove it.  (Seriously.)  Still, there's nothing like that satisfaction and I praised God for giving me the strength and endurance...and hot water for one of the most painful showers of my life (chaffing).

The rest of the week was a breeze compared to Sunday, especially since I had purposely lined up some relaxation and fun so I could think about it during the run.  Audrey was out all week and Monday was spent mainly chilling and relaxing together, with a long afternoon at the park.  On Tuesday, our favorite non-family sitter came over while I went to get my hair done and then...drumroll, please...got a massage.  I'd purchased a Groupon at the beginning of the year and thought I'd have no problem using it.  Turns out I barely made it before it expired.  

That Wednesday afternoon, David got off work early and we drove up to his parents' house to celebrate with his Dad's side of the family.  We ate a ton of delicious food and then Luke tossed a little ball around with people and Audrey played waitress as we sat around and caught up.  We headed home and put the kids to bed and then woke up the next morning and drove to David's aunt's house to celebrate with his mom's side of the family.  It was supposed to be my side's year, but we rearranged things since both sets of my parents had plans.   The Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade was on and everyone chatted while the finishing touches were laid out.  We stuffed ourselves some more and then topped it off with a huge buffet of desserts.  When everyone's stomachs were sufficiently miserable, David's Aunt Pat gave the kids some toy snowballs and we had a huge fake snowball fight in their mostly empty bonus room.  Everyone had an absolute blast, especially listening to Luke yell "HA!" and watching him hike his leg up to pitch a ball at someone.  It took me 45 minutes to get him calmed down enough to take a short nap, but it was totally worth it.  When he got up, we packed up and headed back to our house to do our traditional tree decorating and lighting. 

The next day was sheer perfection, y'all.  I stayed up pretty late doing some Black Friday shopping online, so I slept in until nearly 7am, which is a rare treat in our house.  We got up and ate breakfast and then decorated our other two trees, the kids' table top trees, and the outside.  We had no agenda and zero place to be.  I kept thinking there was something I was forgetting to do and somewhere we needed to get ready to go to, and then I'd be pleasantly surprised as I remembered neither was true.  We ate and rested and decorated and chilled and ate some more.  It was fantastic.

The next day, we opted to get out and do a little shopping before the crowds got bad.  We hunted around 4-5 different places for a snowman to put in the front yard and finally found one at Walmart, along with the perfect lights for AJ's tree per her request (colored, non-LED with white wire - nearly impossible!  I have no idea where the girl gets her OCD for finding just the right thing she has visualized!)  We ate lunch at Buffalo's and then came home for Audrey and I to change clothes and go see The Nutcracker at the Gwinnett Center.  It was a wonderful girls' afternoon out.  Though the show was a little long for both our tastes (I like my culture in short doses), she truly loved it.  I watched her way more than the actual show.  At one point when the snow began to fall onstage, her mouth literally dropped open.  It was magical to see it through her eyes.  We headed home, got in pajamas, and ate pizza while watching Frosty.  To say it was a wonderful Thanksgiving weekend doesn't do it justice.  

The last day of the month we had church and then our small group social that afternoon.  We ended the semester on such a great note, celebrating with friends who had become closer and strangers who had become friends over the course of fourteen weeks.  We'll be co-leading again next semester and are looking forward to continuing to learn and serve with those returning.  

So we started and ended the month on fantastic notes with a whole lot of good stuff in the middle.  It would've been a lot shorter post if I'd just written that, huh?!  Sorry it is so long, but apparently I had a lot to say about all of the cool happenings!

I'm working on gathering, organizing, and editing pictures and will update when they're posted.