And then I packed the last of our stuff and my two baby boys into the car and I went back inside for one last look. Scott was writing a note for the new owner and placing the keys and garage door openers on the kitchen counter and before I knew it, I was crying.
This was our first home. The one we painted together, back before we were even engaged. This is where we had our first married fight and where we made bad dinners together for a solid year. This was where I laid in bed for an entire month when I was newly pregnant with Owen this is where I brought both of my boys home from the hospital. I love that house. I always will.
But, we moved. And we love our new house more than we can even explain. It has an enormous play room for my boys and a proper backyard with green grass, a garden, and plenty of space for the boys to play. We couldn't be happier.
Scott's paternity leave extended through the entire month of December so in addition to moving and unpacking and having never-ending discussions about where to hang pictures, the month was jam packed with holiday activities.
We drove to Payson and cut down our own Christmas tree, we visited the Temple lights in Mesa, went to Bass Pro Shop and met Santa Claus,
we made sugar cookies with my mom,
and we attended the annual Flaherty live nativity where Owen made the cutest wise man of my entire life. (I wish I had pictures, but it was difficult to get this wise man to stop wandering around the stable long enough for a picture. He was too busy sneaking glances at baby doll Jesus, inspecting the bales of hay, staring into the spotlight that lit the stable, and pulling his hat down over his eyes).
By far the highlight of our Holiday Hooplah was our visit to the Polar Express Train in Williams, Arizona. My mom bought us tickets for my birthday this year and I am so glad she did.
Owen was the perfect age for the train this year. When Santa boarded the train he got so excited and yelled "Mama! Santa! WOOK MAMA! SANTA!" Then Santa came right up to him and handed him a bell and Owen was over the moon.
And then there was Christmas. There was a garbage truck for Owen (which was a HUGE hit) and a few soft and fuzzy things for Graham (which Owen steals 95% of the time). This whole Christmas with kids thing just keeps getting better and better (and also more expensive, because Scott and I have zero self-control).
And that's a wrap on December, more or less. On the 29th we left both of the boys with my parents and went out for a delicious steak dinner and celebrated our 4th anniversary.
Like I said, busy busy. This blog post was brought to you by 2 babies who miraculously napped at the same time. Maybe if it happens again sometime I can fill you in on January.