It was such a busy month, I didn't keep up with my blog very well. There was one Sunday that was particularly bad. Spencer was sick with a fever and the Christmas tree fell over and almost landed on the baby. I heard the crash from the next room and ran in to find little Parker sitting calmly in his baby chair with a big tree across the play tray and broken ornaments all around him. He just smiled (he always smiles) and looked at me as if to say, "What happened here, Mommy?" I forgot the third unfortunate event that day, but I remember Andy saying our life was like a country-western song.
The streak of bad luck resumed on Christmas Eve when I backed into another car in a parking lot. I was out searching for some new Christmas socks for Andy to wear to church the next day. Silly, I know, but it was the last little surprise I wanted to get. I went all over the place, seeking in vain for festive church socks. I was about to leave another disappointing attempt when CRUNCH! That fearful sound strikes terror and dread in my heart. It wasn't horrible, but it sure wasn't what I wanted for Christmas. The other driver (an older man with his wife) seemed pretty disgruntled at first, but he softened right up when he saw how distressed I was. Turns out the insurance companies decided to split the damages 50/50, so he's probably disgruntled all over again.
Despite the hardships, we still had a lovely Christmas season. Who could be unhappy when you have a cute little face like this around?
Carson actually SANG in the church Christmas program. He doesn't usually want anyone to know he can sing, but he has made great strides in the last few months.


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