Sunday, December 23, 2012

New Hairdo, My Special Little Man and Christmas at Church

Yesterday was a busy, but crazy blessed, day. 

I started the day by driving down to Colorado Springs to get my hair cut and colored. My hair has changed since I had a baby, and it was kinda driving me crazy. I have been throwing it back in a ponytail so much lately -- I started fresh by cutting it all off. I like it, but I don't love it as much as the first time I cut it short. I think I need the top/front longer and the back shorter. So I'll probably have my hairstylist trim the back the next time I go in and let the top/front grow a bit. Also, I like my hair a little more spiky than my hairstylist styles it -- so I'll be experimenting with it in the next few weeks.

I spiked the front a little -- I like a more punk-rock look.

After my hair was done, I drove back north to my parents' house in Castle Pines. My mom and I had set aside the day to bake holiday goodies. We started with chocolate-dipped pretzels.

Our first batch. They turned out so pretty!
We took a break in the middle of our day to go to my nephew Nicky's birthday party in Highlands Ranch. Nicky turned three yesterday -- which blows my mind. No one knew if he would live long enough to take his first breath, much less bless us with three whole years.

As his mother puts it, he has been confounding medical science since the day he was conceived. Nicky doesn't suffer from an ailment, there is no disease or single gene abnormality that explains his condition. But everything from the composition of his bones to the placement of his heart (it's on the right side of his chest instead of the left) is irregular. It's impossible to say what he will or won't be capable of in his life, or even how long he'll live. There is just no precedent for Nicky. So we cherish every moment with him.

As you can see in that picture, my brother (Nicky's dad) and my father are exceptional men. They're some of the most rare males of our species -- they delight in their children. And children respond strongly. I remember how Scarlett would light up when she saw her Uncle Drew or her Grandpa Z. "Unca" and "Papa" were some of the first words she learned (though to be fair, she called my mom, her grandma, "Papa" too. LOL). I don't take these guys for granted -- I know how lucky I am to be related to them. And I desperately want to give them more children to fawn over.

After Nicky's party, we all went back to my parents' house and my mom and I continued our baking. We made sugar cookies and sea-salt-chocolate cookies, and my mom brought out the fudge she had made before I got there earlier that day. It's not the holidays without a sugar rush, right? YUM.

This morning Jeremy went to the Christmas service at Flatirons Church with me. I know, you just fell out of your chair reading that. But he stayed awake the whole time, so I'm extremely proud of him. And I'm proud of myself for only crying during one song. The more ethereal Christmas songs (Oh Holy Night, Silent Night, God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen, etc.) always make me weepy -- and this Christmas I'm more weepy than usual. When the worship band did a gorgeous rendition of Oh Holy Night with Jenny Dreyer leading the vocals, I lost it. 

And now, right after I publish this, I'm spending the rest of my day wrapping presents and pre-making some dishes for Christmas Eve dinner tomorrow. I can't believe Christmas is already here!

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