Sorry for the lack of pictures and delay in Christmas pictures. Deacon has been sick and both kids are keeping me on my toes (feels more like flat on my rear) as usual. Pictures coming soon! Happy New Year's Eve!
We have had a busy but great Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. I have a lot of pictures to post, but I am going to wait until tomorrow.
Most of you know how I love Christmas music. I would listen to it all year long, but then I wouldn't have any friends. Anyways, the songs I really love the most are the traditional religious Christmas songs. They have so much more meaning than we give them credit for, because we are so used to hearing them! Take the time today to concentrate on the words and what they mean. And here's a sample of one of my favorite songs.
Merry Christmas!
Hail the heav'n-born Prince of Peace
Hail the Son of Righteousness!
Light and life to all He brings
Ris'n with healing in His wings
Mild He lays His glory by
Born that man no more may die
Born to raise the sons of earth
Born to give them second birth
Hark! The herald angels sing"Glory to the newborn King!"
And folding this mountain of laundry. At least it's clean.
Fortunately, there was no sticking out our tongues or pulling off our hats in the video segment.
These pictures are a different story! And I have 14 chins! Yay!
Lola helped swirl the chocolate into this batch of Tiger Butter. Then she licked the spoon right as I was taking her picture. And yes, she dresses herself. And she was wearing a tank top in the middle of December. You should have seen the rest of the outfit!
Tonight we went to Santa Land. The line to see Santa was already closed, so we walked around for a little while and then went and got hot chocolate. 
Aren't my kids freaking adorable?
Here are some cookies I made for Lola's party at school. I messed with the color to make this picture look old-timey. Sugar cookies from 1957, anyone?
I forgot to take my camera to the party. It was cute like a 3-year-old preschool party should be. Except one kid got sick. So I bathed my kids as soon as we got home. I was really grossed out.
Here's Lola finishing her cookies. She used all of my Christmas sprinkles for, like, 7 cookies! 
Here's one of my favorite ornaments. 
And another.
That's all I have to say. Sorry if any of my faithful readers found this post to be random or unorganized. If you know me, you know that I am random and unorganized, so it should come as no surprise to you. I am also in a constant state of sleep deprivation that I don't see an end to any time soon. Please pray for me to keep my cool and be a good, encouraging, cheerful mom in the midst of the chaos. (Chaos=teething, not sleeping, crawling, pulling up, making giant messes all over the house, changing clothes 18 times a day, mommy and daddy both work, etc...)
We were both really tired in this pic. It was getting late.
Dean always jokes that he is going to sing "Beth" by Kiss to me, Karaoke style, of course.
"Beth I hear you callin', but I can't come home right now...."
"Just a few more hours, and I'll be right home to you...."
Enjoy the video!!!! Brace yourselves! I think I heard Deacon's first word. I'm not 100% sure, but I think he is trying to say "Lola." But it sounds like "La-La-La-La." Very cute. Of course I could be just expecting him to talk because Lola said words at 6 months, BUT I really think he is saying Lola. Or La-La. And now he is eating paper, so I must go.
Jessica
This getup is similar to what she wears almost everyday. (On days that don't involve going out in public.)
The video below says it all. Enjoy.
Sweet little Deacon turned 8 months on the 1st. He is still a happy, content baby. He crawls everywhere-all over the house, and pulls up onto everything he can. He loves to stand up. He is starting to sleep longer stretches at night, too. He recently found his voice and loves to squeal and sing.
Thinking about putting the lights in his mouth.
So silly.
He's getting so big!
He is the best baby. I am thankful for him everyday.
I was tagged by Denise!
(I actually started this a week ago. Sorry. I'm a little behind.)
Sadly, this cake ball didn't make it.
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