We attended the Christmas Eve service, but managing two little ones on my own during the service proved to be quite an ordeal. So, rather than participate in the service, we went to the cafeteria and colored, and also ran through the hall. It was difficult, but I've learned to not have expectations as a parent so that I'm not disappointed when things don't go the way I'd like.
After the service, we went to the fire station. The firemen were all asleep, but a wonderful Ross cop showed up while we were ringing the bell and he let us inside. We saw firetrucks, ambulances, and the living area for the firemen. Jonathan proudly delivered the muffins and card to the policeman, who promised to leave them in the kitchen for the firemen. Then we were offered a chance to sit in the squad car. Jonathan played with the lights and gears, and then he and Owen both sat in the back of the car. Owen kept saying, "Shut door" to the police officer, but he politely insisted that if he shut the door, he'd have to take the boys downtown. ;)
We had fun with my family on Christmas Eve (and some tears were shed by Jonathan and me due to a major meltdown; his, not mine). It's always great to see my aunts, uncles, and cousins all in one place.
Quincy took some family pictures for us. I think the last one, though a bit fuzzy, sums up our family of four the best.
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| "Dear Firefighters, We made a surprise for you! The end, Jon." |
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| Sitting in the back of a police car... |
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| Blurry, I know. But this is my favorite picture of all time. |
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