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Christmas- A Holiday in 3 parts

Part 1- Pueblo Last week we went to Pueblo to do an early Christmas with Matt's family. They will be in New York for Christmas. Elie loves going down there, her uncles dote on her. We had a Christmas dinner of lasagna that was awesome. We opened gifts and gave my favorite present of the year: a marine dog. Matt's bro Luke is over seas right now, so we made his parents a dog in a Marine outfit at build a bear. We recorded a message from Luke to wish his parents a merry Christmas. it turned out great and was a big hit. Elie and her Grandpa read "What God wants for Christmas". Part 2- Ross Family Christmas with friends On Christmas eve, we celebrated Christmas with my family and our good friends the McHams who were in town for a few days. We started with a brunch at my sister Amanda's house which was fabulous! We opened presents and then took the kids home for much needed naps. When the kids woke up, we all met up at dad's church for the 4pm service. Elie loved t

Picture

My dads house has a little photo studio in the garage, we get some great pictures of the kiddos out there. Here are some of the latest. Here are the girls in front of our Christmas tree. I hope to take some more "Christmas Pictures" before the season is over, after all Addilyn does have 5 Christmas dresses.

It's begining to feel a lot like Christmas

Preschool

Did you know I go to preschool? Its true! We start out with a greeting in "circle time" then we have a snack, more "circle time" and a craft. Of course, for us grown ups, they don't call it preschool, they call it MOPS! Please, don't think this is bitterness, it is simple irony. I am not sure where along the way it was decide that "good Christian women" like to do xyz. Sometime MOPS makes me feel like I am 80. Matt laughs at some of the crafts I bring home and asks if I want to hang them on the fridge. He isn't being mean, he just knows that it is really NOT me to be told what to make and how to make it. My dream for MOPS? I would love something that acknowledged us a full and complete modern women. I am more than a mother and more than a wife, not that I don't love those titles. I spend my life doing the "wife/mother" thing and sometimes I would love a chance to explore other aspects of who I am. What if we started a book club? A

By the Numbers

-1- Number of showers I have taken by myself in the last 2 weeks. Yes, I have taken more than one shower. For some reason both girls seem to sleep better if they take a shower instead of a bath at night. Since Elie is too old to shower with Papa anymore, that leaves me. Who says "3's a crowd?" -4- Number of long sleeve shirts I bought at Target when they were on sale. Finally , someone realised that not all women like to have the belly/ butt crack showing. The shirts are long, with sleeves that actually cover my wrists and they wash up great. -14- pairs of shoes that Addilyn has in size 2. Yes, I know, the child doesn't walk. "Hi, my name is Gretchen and I have a problem with shoes..." -1/2 tsp- Addilyn's dose of Tylenol . -4- number of hours between doses. She is getting teeth. Or she has a cold. Or something that Tylenol fixes. -3- Times I do yoga a week. I really like. Who knew I would ever say that about any for of exercise? -4- Types of Christma

On my mind

- Why is it that I am the only one in the house who hangs up wet towels? I am also in charge of keeping track of the amount of t.p. left, all toilet cleaning, finding socks and everything else that disappears. What, exactly, is my job description and why don't I get paid more? - I am not fat, I am currently...fluffy?! I think this is how the math works: high school weight+10 lbs= college weight. College weight+ 5lbs= married weight. College weight+10 lbs per each child born in the last 12 months+ 5 lbs per kid over the age of 1= mommy weight. Mommy weight-a lb per hour of free time you have each week= adult married weight. - I have started my Christmas baking. This actually balances everything out. I eat some of the baking, but give it a week and I am so sick of smelling, looking at and being around the junk that I end up giving most of it away. - Christmas cards. Do I bother? Does anyone really read them anyway? Everyone I care about knows what is going on in my life. They know wh