December 1.

Although our Advent season begins November 15, December 1st is still a special day for us: we put up the tree, sip cider, and listen to George Winston on repeat. Happily, it landed on a Saturday this year so we got to luxuriate in a full day of family festivities.

First up: bringing out the creche. I happen to have two (a tiny wood one and a larger plastic one) thanks to two bits of good luck at the thrift store. Both are beloved.

The creche comes out.

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Where’s mine??

Any for me?

Yay, new toys!

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Of course sister kept all the exciting ones for herself…

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The little santons.

Why not mix in a few nutcrackers?

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Now for the other set.

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Learning-To-Share Lesson #589.

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Playing together.

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Fit for Adventure.

Fit for adventure.

Now for a spot of dancing.

Now for a spot of dancing.

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Oh, and let’s not forget the Advent calendar.

The Advent calendar.

Milla and I made some new little ornaments out of Sculpey this year.

New Sculpey ornaments.

We finally managed to unwind Beatrice and put her down for her nap so we could assemble (ahem) the Christmas tree and bring out the ornaments.

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Camilla was looking forward to “waking up the ornaments” so badly.

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Up went the tree!

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Daddy was fun to clown around with.

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Or maybe it’s more like “elfing around.”

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Back to the tree again. She is old enough to put up so many ornaments now.

Her first Christmas ornament.

These photos remind me of last year.

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Daddy talked about the importance of having a star at the top of the tree.

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And then we all stepped back to admire our handiwork. And maybe bounce on the couch a little.

Admiring the results.

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When Beatrice woke up she was duly impressed.

Bea's first glimpse.

Out of everything on the tree, she most wanted to touch the new cupcake ornaments I had given Camilla.

Cupcake!

She can, alas, say “cupcake” now.

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So, that was our tree-decorating day. It was a good thing we did it on Saturday because Bea spent Sunday evening puking and Camilla repeated the performance tonight. Josh and I feel fine but it’s hard not to feel as though each meal might be my last. Sigh. I am hoping to be able to celebrate the feast of St. Nicholas beginning with Vespers tomorrow night (there’s a special treat for the kids!) and if Camilla gets well as quickly as Bea did then she just might make it. As long as the parents don’t get sick. You can join me in praying that it stays that way.

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Fall.

I still need to mix up the blog a bit (it is practically impossible to search for anything right now) but I think I’m back in business for the time being. I was going to post pics of our December 1 festivities but realized that December implies winter and we actually had a bit of fall this year. And a lot of girly cuteness to go along with it.

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Two fall cuties.

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Her fun object turned out to be a cigarette.

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So, that fun thing that Bea found to play with turned out to be a cigarette butt. Awesome.

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Mom, this one’s for you. See how much she loves the boots?

Wearing sister's boots.

(Also of note: the never-ending river of drool. I finally made some little bandannas because she won’t keep a bib on and her shirts are always soaked.)

Peekaboo!

Funny faces.

Just clownin’ around.

Milla's drawings.

And drawing.

Also for the fam: here are some pics of our delightful Thanksgiving with friends. They have three fantastic kids who play so nicely with my girls and who even wrote and acted out a little Thanksgiving play with a special part for Milla. I think we all know that the parents can’t have a good time if the kids aren’t having fun, so a day of toddler and baby happiness meant much happiness for Josh and I as well. We had and have so much to be thankful for!

Thanksgiving.

Cece's play, pt. 1.

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Picking oranges.

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The chasing game.

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Going for a walk.

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Going for a ride.

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