Monthly Archives: December 2013


Red-Blue StockingsWhen our boys were born, there were not the choices of clothing for babies and toddlers that there are today.  It was pretty much primary colors for boys and that was it.  So . . . we often dressed the boys in red and blue – – red for Joseph because he had dark hair and blue for Jonny because it brought out the blue in his eyes.  I’m not sure when it became consistent, but when the 2-year old neighbor next door started calling them “Red” and “Blue” instead of using their names, I realized how often I dressed them that way.  It was easier to keep track of what belonged to which boy.  Even though they weren’t identical, the people who didn’t see them very often began to count on recognizing them by the color they wore, too.  Funny how these things happen without us even realizing.

Their first Easter, I spent naptimes and stayed up late every night for a week to finish knitting them Red & Blue sweaters.  I didn’t have much that was predictable during those days, but Red & Blue was the one thing that was consistent, so I went with it.  When you’re raising twins, anything that simplifies life is helpful!  They wore Red & Blue windbreakers and winter coats (I loved Land’s End!) for years, and I could look out the window and see who was where in a split second without even seeing their faces.  As they got older and started choosing their own clothes, they were highly amused when I would call them by the wrong name because they switched colors on me.  I still call them by the wrong name once in a while, and it has nothing to do with the color they are wearing now – – ha ha!

Joseph’s favorite color is still red – – the first car he bought was red!  Jonny (the artist in the family) has branched out a bit and really likes all colors, but blue still brings out the blue in his eyes.  Their stockings are – – you guessed it – – Red & Blue!  I guess they’re stuck with those for a while, but they don’t seem to mind.

Don’t Forget the Baby!

All the controversy about Santa and Elf on a Shelf swirling around on the internet, Facebook and the blog world has been curiously interesting and disturbing to me.  I understand every family has their own beliefs and traditions – – that’s the beauty of living in a free country. And just for the record, my kids did believe in Santa (gasp!).  But what about the baby?  There would be no Christmas without the baby.

When I was a child, one of the ways my siblings and I got ready for Christmas was to make a Baby Jesus Blanket.  It was a weaving of construction paper strips with a space for each day from December 1 to December 25.  We would choose our own colors and fringe the edges and then tape them to our bedroom door.  Our mission was to put together a “blanket” of love to give to the baby Jesus on Christmas day.

Baby Jesus Blanket

We could earn a shiny star each day for doing something special for someone, helping out at home, showing a small (or big) kindness at school to a teacher or student – – basically acts of love for other people.  It helped us to remember that Jesus came out of love for us – – what better gift could we give Him than showing love, too?!

I continued this tradition with my kids when they were young, and I hope they will do the same someday with their families.  They were always excited to bring their blankets to the manger on Christmas Day and give Baby Jesus their gift.  I hope this tradition helped them to realize that the Baby Jesus was the most important part of Christmas.

For old times’ sake, I made a blanket for myself this year (pictured).  It’s helping me keep things in perspective.

Please . . . Don’t Forget the Baby!


Giving Thanks

Giving Thanks

I remember the first time we packed up our baby boys to visit our families for Thanksgiving.  Both sets of our parents lived in the same town about 30 minutes away.  We were confident that we could visit both houses in one day (ok, stop laughing).  The planning and packing actually started the day before and the diaper bag  was filled to overflowing:  diapers, wipes, toys, teething rings, baby food, sippy cups, bibs, TWO extra sets of clothes, bottles, burp diapers, pacifiers, blankets, pjs, etc., etc., etc.  That was just the diaper bag!  We also brought along both high chairs and a playpen.  Oh, and a jello mold and a pumpkin pie.

This all made its way into the trunk of a two-door 1985 Pontiac Grand Prix, thanks to the most amazing packing skills of my husband.  By the time we dressed ourselves and put both boys in their snowsuits and loaded their car seats, we had been getting ready for about 2 hours.  I realized their only nap would probably be in the car once we hit the tollway.  I was wearing out, and we hadn’t even left the house yet!  But, never fear!  The Grandparents, Aunts and Uncles were waiting with hugs and kisses and warm shoulders for my little guys to lay their heads on!  No one even minded getting drooled on!  Somehow, we pushed aside our exhaustion and made it to both houses, and the boys thrived on all the love and attention.  We knew the next day would be tricky getting them back on schedule, but it was totally worth it to see how much joy two little baby boys could bring to our families.  It was just so good to be together.  It doesn’t seem so long ago that we celebrated our first Thanksgiving as a family, but here we are already.  On Thanksgiving morning, the boys ran in a Turkey Trot fund-raiser (as they have for several years) to fight hunger – I’m a proud mama! No, I did not make them wear matching hats!  That was all them ;).

J J ThanksgivingNow that Thanksgiving is over, I want to hang on to a thankful spirit throughout the Christmas season.  The hustle and bustle seems to rush over me, and I just want to hold it off and bask in the Thanksgiving peacefulness a little longer. I am so thankful for all our family and friends who have walked along with us on this parenthood journey.  It’s easy to remember the good times, but it’s the challenging times that teach me the true lessons of motherhood and help me remember to be thankful for all the good I am blessed with in this life.  Join me in holding on to gratitude in the weeks to come!