Literally. I get a warning that my startup disk is full every time I turn on my computer. My external drive is maxed out too. It slows everything down.
Maybe that's good. Because I've slowed down, come out from behind the camera that can't load pictures anyway, enjoyed more and filled my own memory.
Last look at December 2012 as this morning I greet 2013.
After the fact, Christmas decor quickly becomes stale and cluttering. But in the midst of the magic, the air is thick.
We usually do a gift exchange amongst kids. I love how they think about their person, earn for it, await their excitement. This year, we separated that gift giving from the morning madness by doing it on Christmas eve to give its' importance full due.
Amongst the early morning stocking rubble with my baby.
Best kept secret. Best Craig's list purchase. Best surprise .... ever.
We wrapped two used helmets with post-its saying, "Take me outside". They stared at us blankly wondering why we'd give them used helmets and tried to feign gratitude.
These two have worked for nearly a year to save every penny in the hopes that IF they had the cash in hand, Newel would say yes to them one day.
There's been an awful lot of wood splitting, pile stacking, and slumped shoulders that this might be an unattainable goal.
But even a dad's heart can be softened at Christmas and for the price of those earned dollars stuffed between their mattresses being deposited to a mission fund ... the gift was theirs.
We haven't seen them since.
For my big girls, a lunch date with me, topped off by a makeup application/skin care class. They were so cute and said they'd never felt more stunning ... even though I assured them I find them stunning without :)
What to do when baby's feet get cold.
Speed reading that last chapter to earn a movie date night with Newel and me.
Cute babies and babysitters so I could slip away for that date.
The one shot wonder Christmas card. Because within seconds that baby spit up buckets on the dad who snapped at the teens who barked at the little boy who burst into tears. Game over.
But they looked so happy for a minute.
Big kids headed out for a night of New Year's dancing, leaving our at-home party-ing just a little bit on the lighter side.