We spent the weekend before Christmas on Beals Island celebrating with the Carvers. Somehow we manage to pack a ton into one weekend from Christmas Eve lobster dinner to painting nails and braiding bread, we fit it all in.
A long standing family tradition is for Patti to read "'Twas the Night Before Christmas." Now her most captive audience is a rowdy six and under bunch.
Me and Brock (Trisha's boyfriend) who I've passed the braiding torch to. It is hard to explain how this braided bread became such an integral part of Christmas because I'm not certain I know (I think it is something as unexciting as finding the recipe in a Yankee Swap cookbook and making it once for pleased mouths and now it is in demand annually) but I love it. I have to make 2 giant loaves because the family perfoms some serious disappearing magic on it.
There was even an appearance from Buzz Light Year.
Our girls had no choice but to seek some downtime...
I really have no idea what came over Ella, originally declining any participation in the program. But she (and not surprisingly Maya) quickly grew to love the spotlight.
Sometimes it is hard to remember to keep perspective when there is an overwhelming amount of stimulation from the littlest members of the family but I tried to adopt the mantra: "relax- these years are short."
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