It was freezing cold out (we’re not used to this kind of weather anymore), but we decided to head downtown to the Marienplatz for the Christkindlmarkt.
Emily’s class is working on an engineering unit at school. So for Valentine’s day her teacher asked the students to each design a unique Valentine’s box, one that all the fourth graders in the school would love to have. Emily was sooo excited about the project. She wanted to come up with something that both the girls and the boys would like. Here’s what she came up with:
I think it turned out GREAT! Who wouldn’t want this Volcano of LOVE!!!!
Every Valentine’s Day John gives each of the girls their own rose. This year was no exception. Here they are with their roses on Valentine’s morning:
Look at those smiles! They look forward to this every year. They absolutely love it! What a good dad they have!
We went to the movies with Grandpa and Grandma to see “Princess and the Frog” (not my favorite Disney movie… a little too dark for me). Anyway, the forecast said it was going to be a cold but dry day. Hmmm… they must have missed something, because when the movie was done we came out to this…
We hurried home so the kids could go out and have some playtime in the snow before it got too dark.
After Christmas we all headed North to Seattle.
We were on our way to visit with Annie and Aldo and to go to the baby blessing of their 3rd child, Paulo. What a cute and good natured baby!
I was so excited to get to spend a little time with another one of my siblings over the Christmas holiday, and the girls were beyond excited to see Kate! They just love her to death, and really miss having her live close by.
On Christmas eve, we woke up to a little snow. The girls were beyond excited. What a perfect way to start Christmas Eve. It was just a dusting of snow, and it was gone in a few hours.
My kind of snow. No shoveling.
After all our last minute Christmas preparations, it was time to decorate our gingerbread houses. This is one of my favorite family traditions. I loved it as a child, but I love it even more as a mom. I just love watching how much fun the girls have making their gingerbread creations.
Lauren & Mom’s gingerbread house
Sara & Grandma’s gingerbread house
Cailyn & Grandpa’s gingerbread house
Emily & Dad’s gingerbread house
I have spent years trying to duplicate the best sugar cookie in the world that John’s Dad introduced us to one Christmas. They are soooo good! I have tried just about every recipe I can find, to no avail. I tried a new one again this Christmas, and I think they turned out pretty good.
I was just about to try one out to see how they compared to the real deal when there was a knock on the door. To my surprise, John’s Dad sent us THE REAL DEAL (one dozen for me, and one dozen for everyone else!)
So now I could really compare the two cookies. We all did a taste test. While this is by far the best recipe I had tried, they just weren’t quite the same. The glaze was spot on, but the cookie still needed a little work. Did I mention I love these cookies? Ah… I was in HEAVEN! Thanks Dad!
The girls did a little Christmas concert for Grandma and Grandpa. Emily and Sara each played a couple of songs on the piano, and Cailyn played a few on her violin. Then it was time to open the traditional Christmas Eve present.
Don’t they look cute in their new pjs! Now off to bed!
We were very blessed to have my Mom and Dad come to spend Christmas with us. A few days after they arrived they decided to take a quick trip to Bend to visit my brother James and his family. It looked like the mountain passes were going to be clear so the girls and I decided to tag along for a day. It snowed a little bit on the way to Bend, but not too bad. We had a great time playing games and visiting.
No boys here! James and I were both blessed with all girls.
Aleea and Lauren are two peas in a pod. Here they are taping their mouths shut. Although my personal favorite was when they made tape mustaches.
The next morning we woke up to snow, lots of snow. Of course I forgot to bring my chains for the van, so going through the mountain passes was definitely out of the question. That left only one option, the long way home around the moutains. So worth it to have a little time with family.
It’s that time of the year. Time to bring out the baskets, color eggs, and most importantly, remember our Savior, Jesus Christ, and all He has done for us.
The girls had a lot of fun coloring their Easter eggs this year. They turned out so cute! They are all so creative.
One of our family traditions is that the Easter Bunny comes on Saturday, leaving our Sunday to focus on the Savior. We have really enjoyed this tradition and the wonderful spirit that it brings into our home on Sunday.
Here’s what the girls discovered this morning. Sara was the most excited with what she found. She rode her scooter around the house all day.
We had Uncle Bob and Aunt Laurel (John’s aunt and uncle) over for dinner. We just love having them over! They helped us hide eggs for the girl’s Easter egg hunt. Laurel’s pretty good at hiding eggs. There are a few still waiting to be found
Here’s Lauren hunting for eggs.
Of course we broke out SingStar. A night at our house is never complete without a little SingStar
Every year at Christmas time our family makes gingerbread houses. It’s one of our favorite traditions, but this year the gingerbread houses didn’t get made. The dough is still sitting in my fridge, a reminder of the Christmas celebration that never came to be.
This is where John and I have spent the last nine days, in the Children’s Hospital with our youngest daughter Lauren. We took her into the ER on the Friday before Christmas after finding out at a doctor’s appointment that her kidneys weren’t functioning well.
Lauren has been diagnosed with a form of kidney disease called glomerulonephritis. There are several different types of glomerulonephritis. Just which one Lauren is suffering from has yet to be determined. It breaks my heart to see her so sick. I just want to snap my fingers and make everything better, but I can’t. I feel so helpless. All I can do is wait… and hope… and pray… that soon she’ll come home.
We love you Lauren!