Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
A Christmas Carol
It's just not Christmas for me until we hit A Christmas Carol with the Carters. We see this every year as a family at Hale Theater in Orem. Every year it's awesome. This year was no exception... our favorite Scrooge was back in the saddle and was (as usual) amazing. I just love this story. I used to teach the book back in my teachin' days at Alta High and I admit, I kind of miss poring over every word with high-schoolers who couldn't care less.
Every year, I find myself a little emotional during the play. However, this year, there was one scene that killed me a little more than usual... In Hale's adaptation, following the the scene where the Ghost of Christmas Future takes Scrooge to the Cratchits' to see how they are faring without Tiny Tim, the audience sees the Cratchit family visit Tim's grave. Here, Bob Cratchit sings the song What Child is This? so beautifully. Maybe it's the mother in me, but I sat there, listening to the emotion, grief, and reverence in this man's voice, and cried like a little girl. It was really a beautiful moment for me... sniffing in the dark, holding Blaine's hand, missing my babies who were safe and sound with Scotty and May May (thanks again!), and hearing Blaine sniff his way through the song as well. It's pretty great being a mom... but even better being a mom with a guy like mine.
Cheesy, I know... but hey, I may as well top it off with a little more... God bless us, everyone! :)
Every year, I find myself a little emotional during the play. However, this year, there was one scene that killed me a little more than usual... In Hale's adaptation, following the the scene where the Ghost of Christmas Future takes Scrooge to the Cratchits' to see how they are faring without Tiny Tim, the audience sees the Cratchit family visit Tim's grave. Here, Bob Cratchit sings the song What Child is This? so beautifully. Maybe it's the mother in me, but I sat there, listening to the emotion, grief, and reverence in this man's voice, and cried like a little girl. It was really a beautiful moment for me... sniffing in the dark, holding Blaine's hand, missing my babies who were safe and sound with Scotty and May May (thanks again!), and hearing Blaine sniff his way through the song as well. It's pretty great being a mom... but even better being a mom with a guy like mine.
Cheesy, I know... but hey, I may as well top it off with a little more... God bless us, everyone! :)
Gingerbread 2010
It's that time again... The annual Carter Gingerbread Extravaganza.
This year was pretty awesome.
Even Jack and Jake decorated their very own houses.
Poppy and Jakey handling their construction very carefully.
This year was pretty awesome.
Even Jack and Jake decorated their very own houses.
Poppy and Jakey handling their construction very carefully.
This is mine and Blaine's. We took our inspiration from The Festival of Trees this year.
(Megan and Scott... remember the surfing Santa?)
Markelle and Brent's.
(Brent decided to show everyone up this year and include the baby Jesus in his scene... Show off. haha.)
(Brent decided to show everyone up this year and include the baby Jesus in his scene... Show off. haha.)
Monday, December 20, 2010
Sunday Best... The Christmas Version
Now that there are two Carter kids, I thought it was high time we did Christmas outfits for the holidays. I think I scored with these, as they can wear them past December 25th (Crazy 8--my new favorite store). Anyway, After church we tried to take a few pictures. They actually turned out a little better than I thought they would. There were a few tears shed, an (almost) fall off the ottoman, a crushed sister, and a well-deserved punishment to a big brother. I thought about doing a do-over today, but I'm too lazy.
Jake is actually really, very sweet to Sarah. He wasn't punished for being mean to her. He was being (very) disobedient... something we are trying to work on around here.
Friday, December 17, 2010
Wonderland
We woke up the other morning to the perfect snowy scene.
I love these kind of mornings... You know the kind... the-Ralphy-looking-out-his-bedroom-window-on-Christmas-day-before-he-runs-downstairs-and-gets-a-Red-Rider-bb-gun-kind-of-morning.
I love these kind of mornings... You know the kind... the-Ralphy-looking-out-his-bedroom-window-on-Christmas-day-before-he-runs-downstairs-and-gets-a-Red-Rider-bb-gun-kind-of-morning.
And, hey-- there are four of us now?
What the what!
Actually, I'm just showing off my mom's stitching talents.