We made it.
Four soccer games.
Three excited boys.
Two cheese pizzas.
We have SNOW on the ground, people!
We entered the sportsplex for Wyatt's double-header, leaving behind the world as we know it, and came out to a winter wonderland. Because when we actually get snow, we don't mess around.
No wispy, wimpy, Wisconsin-type snow... where after three days you might accumulate an inch. No. Not here. In fact, our state holds the world record for snow fall. That's right!
I'm just sayin' that there are three very fidgety little boys trying to sleep in the next room.
Gunnar unwrapped "Annika's Secret Wish", by Beverly Lewis. Did you know that in Sweden, finding an almond in your rice pudding on Christmas Eve meant you could make a wish? The pictures in the book make me want to move to Sweden.
A very idealized Sweden.
Our Advent Devotion centered on Joseph's dream, when the angel appeared to him, to reassure him that he should marry Mary. With the boys aged 12, 10, and 7, I danced lightly around Joseph's probably suspicions regarding Mary's pregnancy... something like, "Joseph probably thought she had been loving another man." But Gunnar very matter of factly said, "Yeah, Mom, it has to do with, you know, snuggling in the same bed."