Christmas Eve

Yes, Christmas Eve. I'm catching up.

Grandma M. decided to sew pajamas for each of the kids, then shipped them cross-country. They got to open them Christmas Eve. The Fancy Nancy fabric on Miriam's is not left to its own merits. Nancy would not approve. The ribbons, lace, and gathers quite do her justice.

Sterling was delighted with the trucks on his. Trevor matches and Kaith--oh, his pajama pants are hiding--he has safari trucks. You think they're too excited for bed? Oh, no. It was daddy who was too excited for Christmas to sleep properly.

My Favorite Adopting Parents

If you know of anyone looking to place a baby for adoption through LDS Family Services, please encourage them to consider Steve and LeeAnn, a fun couple, very active in the Church (currently he's a counselor in a bishopric, always smiling, knows the names of most children in nursery; she's a Mia Maid leader) with lots of interesting hobbies.

They started the adoption process about a year and a half ago, and are now just waiting for the right person to read their profile. When your cursor goes over their picture, it reads "1+1=3 . . . we'd love it if you'd help us make the math work out." (If you go to their adoption blog, scroll past the "under construction" topics to get to the meat of it).

Miriam's Birthday

For breakfast, Miriam (and Sterling) had Christmas marshmallows in their oatmeal. That is also when Miriam got to open her card from Grandma and Grandpa M. She loved counting the pearls. I made her cake. I can't recommend piping with reduced sugar frosting. I had intended to put all four of her little princesses on the cake, but could only find Snow White that day. Aurora was sleeping in the barn when I had put it up.

Miriam's favorite gift was a ballerina music box from Grandparents. Her big present from us was a doll highchair. She was excited, sure, "It's a . . . a . . . !" I hadn't realized she didn't know the word highchair, but since we've never had one . . .