Tuesday, December 2, 2014
One of my favorite parts about decorating for Christmas is hanging our ornaments on the tree. Most of the ornaments have some kind of memory attached to that ornament and I love thinking about and remembering all the wonderful people and circumstances around each specific ornament. I thought I would take the next few weeks and post an ornament each post and tell its story.
I am not sure how old I was when my mom had these ornaments made, but I was probably a teenager. Each person in our family got an ornament to describe them. I don't remember every one's ornament, but my dad was a preacher and my sister was a cheerleader. I was pictured as a girl talking on the phone, rotary phone at that! It definitely described who I was in my teenage years. I was on the phone all the time! If I was at home I was probably on the phone. For a long time we only had a phone in the dining room, but it had this amazing long cord that would stretch all the way to my room :). As I got older (and probably because everyone was tired of being clotheslined in the hallway) my parents agreed to put a phone line in my room and get me my very own phone. I think at times they regretted that they did that because that meant I only had to come out of my room to eat and go the bathroom. Now in my defense, as I got older I started to realize that I got this talking on the phone thing naturally. My Granny Douglas, my Uncle Ivan (Granny's brother), and most of the Douglas boys love talking on the phone. I also realize that even as a teenager my introvert tendencies shone through in the fact that talking on the phone was easier for me than talking in person. As I hung the ornament on the tree I cannot help about all the feelings and emotions that crossed over the phone lines during my childhood. Laughing late in the night with my best friends, flirting with that boy that I had liked forever, having my heart broken by some stupid boy and then calling all my friends to cry my eyes out, getting good news of making the squad or of a new adventure in my future, friendships broken over a petty argument, crying with friends because their parents were divorcing, and I could go on and on. As I got older I do not like to talk on the phone as often. Besides my immediate family, talking on the phone or getting an unexpected phone call actually causes a little anxiety (Introvert 101), but I love those memories I have from when I was younger.
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Another tradition I do with the kids each year is the chocolate advent calendar. As part of the extra push to get through these next three weeks of school, I let them eat the chocolate piece before school each morning. I tried to get a picture of them this morning and Emma was acting silly, Samuel is at the age where I cannot get a serious picture out of him ever, and Chloe, "What? I already ate my
chocolate." :)
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I am not sure how old I was when my mom had these ornaments made, but I was probably a teenager. Each person in our family got an ornament to describe them. I don't remember every one's ornament, but my dad was a preacher and my sister was a cheerleader. I was pictured as a girl talking on the phone, rotary phone at that! It definitely described who I was in my teenage years. I was on the phone all the time! If I was at home I was probably on the phone. For a long time we only had a phone in the dining room, but it had this amazing long cord that would stretch all the way to my room :). As I got older (and probably because everyone was tired of being clotheslined in the hallway) my parents agreed to put a phone line in my room and get me my very own phone. I think at times they regretted that they did that because that meant I only had to come out of my room to eat and go the bathroom. Now in my defense, as I got older I started to realize that I got this talking on the phone thing naturally. My Granny Douglas, my Uncle Ivan (Granny's brother), and most of the Douglas boys love talking on the phone. I also realize that even as a teenager my introvert tendencies shone through in the fact that talking on the phone was easier for me than talking in person. As I hung the ornament on the tree I cannot help about all the feelings and emotions that crossed over the phone lines during my childhood. Laughing late in the night with my best friends, flirting with that boy that I had liked forever, having my heart broken by some stupid boy and then calling all my friends to cry my eyes out, getting good news of making the squad or of a new adventure in my future, friendships broken over a petty argument, crying with friends because their parents were divorcing, and I could go on and on. As I got older I do not like to talk on the phone as often. Besides my immediate family, talking on the phone or getting an unexpected phone call actually causes a little anxiety (Introvert 101), but I love those memories I have from when I was younger.
Another tradition I do with the kids each year is the chocolate advent calendar. As part of the extra push to get through these next three weeks of school, I let them eat the chocolate piece before school each morning. I tried to get a picture of them this morning and Emma was acting silly, Samuel is at the age where I cannot get a serious picture out of him ever, and Chloe, "What? I already ate my
chocolate." :)
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| "What? I already ate my chocolate." |
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| Christmas nails! |
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