Tonight Philip and I were able to go Christmas shopping for the babies, while Callie Grace got to spend time with her best friend, Charleston, and Justus got to hang out with his best friend, Uncle Pete, who spoils him with peanut butter cups.
Christmas shopping for the kids is possibly the most fun I can imagine. Philip and I went down every toy aisle, so excited to find toys they would like. Maybe it seems like we waited a little late to do our shopping, but even now, having to wait until Saturday for them to open their presents, is killing me!
Here is something that puzzles me. So many people I know find Christmas to be a hassle. I considered that maybe it’s a money issue for some, but again, we are living on one income with two babies, and the one income is a pastor’s income. So I can’t think that money is what makes it a hassle. Of course, I love Christmas to the point of an obsession, so I’m no judge of the frustrations that apparently come with it, but I’m also married to a man who is so excited to make Christmas fun, and holy, and memorable.
So am I missing something? Is there some part of Christmas in particular that causes so much stress, leading people to sigh loudly in the middle of Safeway and say, “I can’t wait until Christmas is over” (blasphemy, in my world!).
Along the same lines, I tried to explain to Callie Grace that Santa comes down the chimney. She looked appalled. I don’t think she’s ready for all the particulars yet. Also, Santa is going to have to bring her, and now me, a new spin toothbrush. She found my new one that I had thankfully not used yet, and brushed her teeth for about 2 hours today.
As for Justus, he keeps trying to follow in his sister’s footprints and steal ornaments off the tree. Also he will climb anything he can find. And eat anything he can find. To say I love my babies is such an understatement! I try to imagine the fact that God loves them more than I do, but my mind can’t wrap around that.
Sorry for the randomness of this post. It’s almost 10pm, which is at least 2 hours past my bedtime. I do love my babies, but keeping up with them is exhausting! 🙂
