It’s hard to believe that Thanksgiving week has come and gone and yet, somehow, we are still not sleeping at the new house. {This means, of course, that we are still staying with my mom… much to her delight, I’m sure}.
If ever you have wanted to evaluate how well you dust, how much stuff you own but never use, or how many coffee mugs you have collected from various and sundry places, I would suggest moving. It’s an eye-opener. And, we had only lived in our last place for three years. I’m ashamed to say that Two Men and a Truck would never have gotten the job done. It has required the equivalent of six men and a semi, and there’s still work to be done. I resolve to live more simply this coming year…
In the midst of the moving chaos, we did try to maintain some normalcy for the girls and participate in the traditional Thanksgiving festivities as much as possible. One of the highlights of the week was watching the Preschooler perform with her dance class at the Fantasy of Trees again this year. It’s amazing how much she has changed since last November. Whereas last year her biggest concern was riding the freight elevator from the dressing room to the stage area, this year she was nervous that she wouldn’t remember all of the choreography.
In my very biased opinion, I think she and the others did a great job. I’m not sure there’s anything sweeter than a group of preschoolers dancing to the music of Christmas carols with all the focus and energy their nervous little bodies can muster. I can only imagine that such unadulterated dancing brings great delight to God. It’s certainly a good way to kick off the holiday season.
Sadly, the Toddler {who was also supposed to perform with her 3-year old class at the Fantasy of Trees} quit dance the week the Baby was born. When asked about the issue her response is very straightforward: “I hate dance.” Of course she does. I encouraged and pleaded and even tried to bribe her to reconsider her decision, but all to no avail. As a former dance class quitter myself, I decided there was really no reason to force her to participate in the performance. That could have had some dramatic repercussions. So, maybe next year…
Thanksgiving week also marked a milestone for the Baby. She learned to smile… on purpose!
Since all three girls are now capable of smiling, I wanted to try and capture a few pictures. That didn’t go as well as I was hoping, though. One out of three is at least a start…
Well, that’s my attempt at a partial recap of the weekend. Hopefully this post is not as disjointed as it sounds when I read back over it. We have created quite a bit of chaos for ourselves {and others} by moving at this time of year, and I haven’t had the best attitude or perspective on things these last few days. {Think short-tempered, hateful, grouchy…}. But, even just writing this post and looking at these pictures immediately reminds me how much we have to be thankful for and to celebrate.
So, whether I get to write the next post from amidst a mound of boxes at our home sweet home OR if I have to write it from this same closet where the Spouse has rigged his laptop up to an internet connection at my mom’s place, I will be thankful.
And, just as soon as I can find it, I’m going to pull out the Christmas music {beginning with some Harry Connick, Jr.} to lighten and brighten everyone’s mood!
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