Merry Christmas, Charlie Brown

It is Christmas Eve. Miles is asleep and Faye's eye lid's are getting heavy. I love Christmas Eve. I loved it as a kid when there was a little magic in the air and I love it as a mom- there is still magic in the air, but it is just a different brand of pixie dust.

We are spending the night at my parents house in SLC and although I do love my home in Erie- I am not missing it at all. I love being around my family and David's family: playing games (including but not limited to the Wii), eating fattening treats, reading Christmas stories and talking all about Santa and and his reindeer with the kids. Miles is learning about baby Jesus and Mary. His favorite Christmas song is Away in a Manger and my heart grows three sizes every time I hear him singing it.

It isn't Christmas yet, but I feel like I have already been showered with gifts and not in the tangible sense. Being here in Utah I have been learning so much about myself and my kids and life in general. I feel like we are all growing up a little bit. It makes me kind of sad and kind of happy at the same time.

It was Faye's birthday on Dec 22. She is one year old. I'm sure I will post a big birthday love for her soon. I can't believe it has been a year. Pretty soon she will be walking and toddling and she won't be my little baby anymore. I already miss her babyness, but I can't wait for her to start talking and skipping and playing with Miles...

Miles starts primary in a week and a half. It hurts me to think that he is old enough to be so independent. He is in preschool and soon he will be in primary. My heart just shrunk a little bit.

I am excited about life right now and the stages that my kids are in right now. I understand that pretty soon I will be blogging about Miles' first loose tooth or Faye's first bike ride or driver's licenses or graduation. I am certain I will be sad and happy again every year at this time and throughout the rest of the months that aren't December.

So Merry Christmas, Cicely from the future. Remember when Miles got his train set for Christmas and was so excited he didn't want to open any other presents? Remember when we brought Faye home from the hospital on Christmas Eve and she was only 2 days old? Remember when David was in med school and we got by on student loans and love? Those were the good ol' days, eh?

Merry Christmas and Love for the New Year.
-Cicely Suite Cain

Miles is allergic.

Miles just spent the last two hours crying and holding his tummy until he discarded about a gallon of his insides- projectile style.

I must be getting lax in what I am letting him eat- although, I don't know where we went wrong.

I have sadness in my heart and in my eyes.

I lost weight.

I hosted two Biggest Loser Blogs and through these competition I have 25 lbs and over 24 inches!

I'm really proud of myself and I wanted to share it with you.

Loves.
-Cicely

So Proud of my Baby.

Yesterday was fast and testimony meeting Sunday- which for those of you that don't know means that there is a portion of our church time that is spent sharing our testimonies of the gospel (this is done at a podium in front of the congregation).

At the beginning of the meeting I felt the shimmy-shakes in my heart and which told me that I needed to get up there- my intent was to ignore the shimmy-shakes.

Then, one of Miles' best friends got up and bore his testimony. He is three. Miles was so excited to see him up there and he asked if he could go too. We talked about why you go up and asked him what he wanted to say. He told me that he was going to say "I love my family and I'm thankful for baby Jesus." He didn't tell me what else he was planning to say...

We got up there and he was all smiley and cute and then...

"I love my family."

Pause. Help from Mommy.

"I love Baby Jesus. Oh, and I love Books. Yeah, I love Books.

(Indiscrimanate mumbles... maybe about the temple?. maybe about breakfast. We aren't quite sure.)

"Gsbdyufsnkdjfbshd. Jesus Christ, Amen."


I was so proud of him! When he was done- I bore my testimony, and then Miles said

"I want to say one more word, okay?"

I thought it was going to be about church or family or nursery. But, instead, it was this...

"I love trees too."

So- even though he is really young and he didn't say the standard "bare your testimony" words, I was so proud of him. He wanted to share with us and he wasn't shy.

Good work little man. You inspired me.

I'm so gross.

Faye woke up at midnight to play until 2 in the AM. I am so tired and cranky and cold. Miles just sneezed and a bit of clear snot came out. Instead of crawling out from under my warmth I got it with my thumb and pointer and rubbed the nast on my blanket.

And now I have to wash the blanket and have just created way more work for myself.

Sigh.