With three adults and two teens, our little kid days are waning. I am consciously making sure I enjoy every last bit of the youngers on Christmas morning. Our little girls are so sweet and it's still surprises me to be a 'little girl' mom after being boy heavy in our earlier parenting years.
We gave the children two violins as a group gift. It will be good when lessons start. LOL They we very pleased with them.
Dominic on his new slackline. Yep, that was our Christmas day weather.
Monica created a Tiramisu trifle for our Christmas dinner dessert. Spectacular!
On Christmas Eve, we enjoy the first platter of Christmas cookies, exchange our family Secret Santa gifts, visit grandparents, then head to midnight Mass. This year Dominic served Mass and Monica was up in the loft singing with the choir. Every part of the evening was lovely. When we arrive home in the wee hours of the morning the children have one more cookie with milk, then are tucked in their beds. The bigger elves help load the tree and stockings then, with only a couple hours left till morning, the grown ups fall into bed. It's a happy, holy kind of tired.
All My children on Christmas Eve with my parents and 'baby' sisters. This will be one of my most treasured pictures ever.
For a couple of years now, our older girls and their friends have sung carols to raise money for the poor and homeless in Detroit. This year a reporter wrote about them for our local paper. She did a nice article, although we aren't sure the reporter completely understands the meaning of the word 'bellow'. I don't know how long the link will work but the whole article is here.
Lovely singing voices bellowed in the entryway of a Barnes & Noble bookstore in Green Oak Township, and they belonged to eight young ladies trying to make a difference this holiday season.
It has become a Christmas time tradition to raise money for charity singing Christmas carols...
Kevin's girlfriend, Rosemary, came for a visit. She brought us a new board game. Carcassonne.
a blurry, but wise, Chesterton on the tree
a treasured homemade ornament
Monica and Regina did all the baking this year. Monica made Pioneer Woman cinnamon rolls for our Christmas morning breakfast. She misread the recipe. It makes 8 so she of course knew it had to be doubled for our family. It makes 8 pans. We had lots of yummy cinnamon rolls to give away to friends and party hosts.
It's always beautiful and always amazing that these kids can sing serious sacred music. It is the highlight of the Advent season for me. At the end of the concert, the alumni present are invited up to join their old schola for Handel's Alleluia chorus. Every one of my kids was up there except Lydia.
Maria's first concert, she has a lovely voice (center right behind the pianist)
Although she has graduated, Monica sings in the Santa Cecelia Schola because she loves to sing. This picture is a bit amusing in several ways. I was holding a friend's baby when I went up front to take pictures. The baby's big sister, Mary, is looking at me, probably wondering why I have their baby. That empty space next to Mary? That's where Regina should have been. And she still was, but sitting down as she had gotten woozy back there and came close to passing out. Sometimes Mrs. Campbell moves the kids around to strengthen different sections, so I just thought she had moved for the Alleluia. There I was, happily snapping pictures not knowing she had sunk down on the step. (She was fine and Monica was right there and keeping an eye on her.)
The concert was beautiful and the reception was fun and lively as all St. A's events are.