White Christmas

While our extended family made rounds today, we declared Christmas Day pajama day at home.  When the babies  took their morning nap, George and I took time to make one of our old favorite breakfasts, crepes. We acquired an affection for them when we traveled to San Francisco a few years ago.  Since then, we’ve developed all sorts of beloved fillings from chocolate chip marshmallow to cream cheese jalapeno.  Today we chose savory cheddar, sausage, salsa crepes complimented by Eggnog flavored coffee.  Of course, we didn’t have too much time to relish our breakfast before Harper began letting us know it was time for bottle #2.

Mmm, crepes!

Mmm, crepes!

George’s dad stopped by for a quick visit to deliver some toys to the babies.  The babies are becoming increasingly curious about their surroundings and are discovering their hands so I know they’ll love the new toys.  He  skedaddled just as a winter storm approached.  It started with a bit of sleet then a lovely white powder dusted our lawn.  Who knew we would have a White Christmas after having highs in the eighties?  Texas weather is really bizarre sometimes!  We didn’t think the babies would enjoy romping in the snow just yet so I brought them to the window to gaze at it instead.

Harper needed a bit of help too.

Harper needed a bit of help opening his gift.  It will be quite different next year!  I think he will LOVE tearing paper by then.

Daddy helped Rylin open her gift from Grandaddy.

Daddy helped Rylin open her gift from Grandaddy.

Mason and I enjoying our White Christmas from the inside.

Mason and I enjoying our White Christmas from the inside.

While the babies napped in the afternoon, George took the time to create some beautiful artwork for the boys’ nursery.  He painted a tree mural in the girls’ room, but we had trouble finding inspiration for the boys’ artwork until a few days ago.  He made custom frames from reclaimed barn wood then created brilliant, playful paintings of giraffe and elephant silhouettes.  I absolutely love how George can make all sorts of creative visions become reality and that his talent makes our home unique in a sea of cookie cutter houses.

He painted for the boys on Christmas, but the quads Christmas gift is yet to come.  His next project is creating a quad feeding table.  You can order quad feeding tables, but 1. they are expensive 2. they are atrocious looking.  Instead, we ordered red replacement seats for a ready-made quad table and George is going to custom fit them into another table with a bit more design flare.  We are hoping this will all be done in time for the babies’ six month birthday when they are supposed to begin eating solid foods!

Here's the front of our house dusted in snow!

Here’s the front of our house dusted in snow!

Here is the artist at work.  I thought this was the best scene.  George is here painting with a view of a snow dusted lawn and our dogs snuggled on the chaise lounge.

Here is the artist at work. I thought this was the best scene. George is here painting with a view of a snow dusted lawn and our dogs snuggled on the chaise lounge.

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We rounded out the evening with a Baby Einstein Santa DVD and a reading of the Night Before Christmas.  I really enjoyed our pajama day Christmas at home and think it could be the beginning of a new family tradition.  What Christmas traditions do you hold dearly?

hugs!

Amber

Special Helper

Since the arrival of the crew, it’s been difficult to manage everyday things that involve leaving the house.  Basic home maintenance is manageable, but running around town is a feat.  We never enjoyed errands before, but it was nice to go together to take care of mundane things like grocery shopping and oil changes.  Now, any type of errand happens when one of us is en route from work to home in the evening.  This is after one of us worked a full day outside the home while the other contended with four babies all day and witching hour is looming.  Needless to say, many errands take a backseat to sanity.  Yesterday some special friends, Billie and Bob volunteered to care for the crew so George and I could take care of errands together.  We arranged it so we would get the babies late morning feed done, dart out, and get back for the late afternoon feed.

When Billie arrived at the door, she stood alone as she glumly stated, “I’m really sorry, Bob wasn’t able to come with me today.”  I looked back at her with a tinge of dismay.  I was sad to hear Bob couldn’t make it, but I felt even worse to leave Billie on her own with the quads.  She is totally capable of the challenge, but I felt guilty to ask her to stay alone.  I think she relished this quick tease as she brightly announced, “But I brought a special helper instead.”  I thought perhaps Billie brought one of her daughters along, but there was no sign of either of them.  All of the sudden, Santa popped from around the corner of the house with a big a”Ho Ho Ho” and a twinkle in his eye!  I don’t think I’ve been so excited to see Santa in over two decades.

Many have asked if we’d take the babies to see Santa for their first Christmas and the answer has always been a resounding, “NO WAY!”  Not that we don’t want them to see Santa because it is a very special Christmas.  It’s just that it would be excruciating to wait in line with four infants.  Then, we would have to attempt to shield them from the bazillion germs finding sanctuary on Santa’s crimson suit.  I would undoubtedly be the insane lady who doused Santa with two cans of Lysol and slathered his arms with GermX.  I am fully aware that the babies haven’t the foggiest idea who Santa is and haven’t the slightest desire to meet him just yet.  However, it is their first Christmas and I thought skipping Santa was almost a travesty.  However, I knew skipping our first Santa visit was all in the name of good health.  At the same time a tinge of jealousy ran through me knowing how a few of our quad friends had private visits from Santa this year.  Thanks to the coordinated efforts of Bob and Billie, the babies were able to meet Santa this year.  I hope they look back at our special pictures in years to come in awe knowing Santa made a special visit at our house when they were so small.

A year ago I never would hava imagined we would have EIGHT stockings hanging along our mantle.  We used a curtain rod and brackets to hand them instead of stocking holders.  It worked great for so many stokings.

A year ago I never would have imagined we would have EIGHT stockings hanging along our mantle. We used a curtain rod and brackets to hand them instead of stocking holders. It worked great for so many stockings.

Santa sees you when your sleeping (Rylin and Harper) and he sees when your awake (Mason and Sydney).

Santa sees you when your sleeping (Rylin and Harper) and he sees when your awake (Mason and Sydney).

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That is a lot of babies for Santa!

That is a lot of babies for Santa!

Sydney kept tugging at Santa's beard.  Here she has a handful of it!  When I put the girls to bed, I found wisps of Santa's beard wrapped between their tiny fingers.

Sydney kept tugging at Santa’s beard. Here she has a handful of it! When I put the girls to bed, I found wisps of Santa’s beard wrapped between their tiny fingers.

Everyone gathered around Santa.

Everyone gathered around Santa.

Rylin and Santa

Rylin and Santa

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Mason and Santa

Mason and Santa

Sydney and Santa

Sydney and Santa

Hugs!

Amber