Not for the Weak Stomach-ed

I am obsessed with holidays. My mother always made them so special. But now, I am the mom, and we're about 2/10. I'm not sure what conspiracy is going on in my house. Perhaps, it's that my expectations are too high. Perhaps, it is the kharma of the universe telling me to stick it. Whatever it might be, our holidays always seem to result in some minor disaster, usually dealing with Treyson John.

This night? The ward (church congregation) Christmas party. Lots of wonderful people. Lots of sick potluck food which 14 people have already sneezed in. Lots of hyperactive children and SANTA. What more could one ask for? My kids were all dressed in their coordinating outfits and I was prepared with video camera AND camera. Mom of the year.

At first, things started out swimmingly. Oakley was red eyed, but happy.

Treyson was spending his time showing his 5 year old girlfriend his booty dance (no, I did NOT teach him this.) Reagan was cute, albeit, a little greasy from the fight she got in with her mashed potatos.

But, alas, disaster struck. Treyson eyed Santa entering the building.

The girls started out, inquisitive, but okay.
And the downhill spiral continued.

The grand finale courtesy of a blonde headed boy???
Yes, I just posted that.
The Roches. Keeping Christmas memories alive.

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Simple

Treyson's had some strange ailments lately. This tongue issue. Still undiagnosed.
And, a visit to the orthopedic doctor to get his little flat feet checked out.
No worries. Glad nothing is serious.

Oakley manages to get into EVERYTHING.
And, often finds herself bruised and in the WIERDEST positions.

Sad they are so big. So, So sad. Why is it going SO fast the second (third) time around!?
We've been busy doing a WHOLE LOT of "life".
No trips.
No dates.
No days off for any of us.

Trevor's been swamped.
But, we're so excited for Christmas.

Learning patience.
Breaking out the Christmas presents early for mom's sanity
and

baking. a lot more than we should.
(As a result, starting to do Insanity at 6am to burn all those calories! SO out of shape.)

We have a good, simple life.

R

One of the most difficult things for me is finding "alone" time with each individual child. It's hard. When it does happen, I just love it. Reagan is still the "forgotten" child. She plays happily by herself while I chase after Oakley and break up her and Treyson's screaming matches (He screams at her, she screams back. Quite ridiculous.). She is still my constant. When I'm stressed, I pick up Reags and I feel like a mom again. Not a child wrangler. She is the daughter I had never dreamed of (I wanted 10 boys), but made all my dreams come true. If that makes any sense.....(And to give credit where credit is due. Oakley is my daughter who is exactly like me. Stubborn.)

Dear Santa

In case you were wondering what Treyson wants for Christmas: