Tis The Season

It's Christmas eve around one in the afternoon and I have already been to Home Goods, Home Depot, ToysRus, Joanne Fabrics, Costco and went to check on work stuff. This Mom stuff is incredibly exhausting but it is so cool that I get to create the memories for my babies. Tis the season to be so tired you fall asleep at a stop light! Yes it happened.
Trees have been decorated, most of the presents have been wrapped and this month has flown by. So many events to go over but it will need to wait because cookies still need to be made, lighting candles and remembering what it is we celebrate.
Merry Christmas!

Baby In A Manger, I Love You

Hands down one of best nights of my life.  Braeden, all handsome singing Christmas carols in front of a huge crowd, priceless.  He had spent weeks practicing his songs and he did not disappoint.  It is crazy how much of a difference one year makes.  Last year he couldn't stay on his spot and lip sang the whole time.  This year, he was never distracted, sang his songs, did the motions and waved at us often.  I was so overcome with joy I totally cried, a couple of times.  Kinda like when he got his four year old shots and he was so brave and didn't cry, yet I did because he is that stinkin wonderful.

Braeden, your whole family was there, all thirteen of us!  Even Papa came to see you shine.  My sweet you will always be in the back row, you have the tall Stovie gene to thank.  A couple times you made sure to make eye contact with me and wave while I was in the front row taping you.  You even at one point told the boy next you that I was your Momma.  You are such a joy and we are so proud of you!

Notice how he had to step back so that he had more room?  And those mitts!  The kid has baseball gloves for hands.  Again, thank the Stover genes.

 

 

Stella had a very tough time sitting still for the show.  She made it about two songs and needed Auntie to take her out.  I was told by Connor that she found a baby boy and ended up giving him hugs and kisses.  She already has those Motherly instincts.

 

 This was the only picture I could get with the four of us.  Thank you Connor!

 

You may think that I don't do this poor childs hair but I do.  She takes everything out of her hair, drives me nuts.

Be still my beating heart.



 

Lesson Number One.

Do NOT try to blog with Stella helping. She just deleted my post from today. I don't even know how to do that yet.

Wait, I have a blog??

As you will see I wrote this almost two years ago before a lot of "life" happened.  I keep coming back to this darn blog and never start it!  If I believed in new year resolutions this would be one of them, to commit to it!

Long ago before I had a toddler who sucked all the energy out of me my sister talked me into starting a blog about the joys of pregnancy and our fun exciting lives. Well, as you can see (both posts were done by my sister) it didn't take. I'm not what you would call "talented" or "entertaining on paper" I just go with the flow and try to be the women I was intended to be. I am starting to realize in my wise years how fast this earthly life is passing by. My baby is two, JD and I have been together for five years, I pregnant with another Krizan baby and I feel as though I can't slow any of it down. I don't scrapbook, write in a diary, the photos I actually print out are sitting in piles that never get looked at (I blame your influence Mom) and there is not a crafty mommy bone in my body. That brings us here friends and family, my sad attempt to blog, to follow in my ever-so-talented sister's footsteps and share with you guys what is going on in the Krizan household, however boring it may be.

I'm not going to try and play catch up of the last two years. We have laughed our rears off and cried harder then we knew possible but the in between parts turned out to be, awesome. A broken ticker fixed, a cancer diagnoses being re-defined, the loss of a father and all it took was that second pink line to bring hope and life back into everyone around us.

Braeden is...well, the funniest mix of JD and I. When looking at him you wonder if JD was even part of the equation but he is all stubborn Krizan and "crazy" Robalina. My favorite things right now could fill this whole post but here are a few things:

*They child does NOT say yes. "Braeden, would you like some water?" Um, Oookkaayy. "Do you want to go to the park?" Oookkkayyy. Okay, we say Okay? Like nothing is a solid yes because he's waiting for a better option that he can scream yes at but never actually does.

**He is crazy obsessed with anything with power. Power tools, large loud trucks, any tractor but ones that dig will warrant an "Awesome!" cry. He runs around the house yelling "I fix it momma, no I fix it" and he probably could if he had the right tools. He must know how things operate and why.

***He does not like pants that go over his heels. He will freak out and tell me that his feet are broken and will not walk until I roll his pants up.

****When he says his good night prayers he always thanks God for Connor first and then Cameron. Mommy and Daddy are a given I guess.

*****My son talks like a robot. Really. It's one tone all the time, unless of course he wants something then his eyes scrunch together, his lips pucker and his voice perks up. I usually say yes to this every time.

******When he wants to do something he knows he's not allowed to do he will tell me to go away. "Go away Mommy, over there" when I leave and peak in he's doing exactly what I had just told him not to. The devil in him.

This pregnancy has been completely different then my pregnancy with Braeden. I didn't realize how much of a cakewalk I had before. JD keeps telling me it has to be a girl because my payback is already starting. Lets just pray now that he's not right, the payback part of course.

My goal for the blog is that I can try and retain the things that are flying by at warp speed. If I write them down Braeden and his sibling will be able look back and see that I used to be fun and organized. Maybe.