Tis the season

The holidays are in full swing here in the Chatterton house! Jack starts us off this Saturday with his concert at school and Breakfast with Santa. Then to Grandpa and Grandma C's church Christmas party on Sunday night.

Zac and Brooklyn went to get the Christmas tree last weekend. Brooklyn picked out the "perfect" tree. I would probably argue that, but I know I wouldn't win, so why bother. The rest of the house is decorated, we've had our first (and second) big snowfall, and we are in the midst of preparing our hearts and minds for Jesus' birthday!

Zac and the big kids still walked home from church (Livvy and I drove, as usual!)

Our first snow angels of the season!

Poor Livvy. On the inside looking out.

So, during this season full of joy, I thought it was necessary to share a couple of things that have brought joy (and some frustration) into my heart.
While setting up our Fisher Price Little People collection, I said we still needed the nativity set from downstairs and sent Brooklyn to get it. Here is what I received: A bus full of wise men, an angel, animals, baby Jesus, Mary, Joseph, you get the idea. But please note: the driver is the right guy! I'm not quite sure this is how the crew got to Bethlehem, but who knows?
The frustrating situation, that put a huge smile on my face, happened Monday morning. In our usual rush of getting the kids packed up in the car to take Jack to school, we couldn't find his hat and gloves anywhere. We searched and searched and finally decided they must have been left in Daddy's car. After my lecture on being more responsible and saying that I didn't know if he would be able to go out to recess, we headed out the door. Pulling out of the driveway, I look to my left and see the adorable snowman that the kids built on Sunday. The conversation that followed:

Me: Jack, who's gloves and hat are the snowman wearing?
Jack: Mine.
Me: Why?
Jack: He needed a hat and gloves.
Me: Ugh...be sure to tell your teacher that your snowman is wearing your hat and gloves and make sure you tell her that your mom and dad weren't aware of it.

Luckily there was no outside recess, so I didn't have to be the bad mom that sent my kid to school with no gloves. The girls and I still went to the store and got an extra set of gloves and a hat...just in case the next snowman gets cold!