A month or so ago my parents suggested going somewhere for the holidays. Somehow the idea of traveling for Christmas seemed to take a bit of the pressure off the day. No need to scrub the house top to bottom or hang elaborate decorations or make a super fancy Christmas dinner (or have my husband make a super fancy Christmas dinner as is usually the case in our house). It sounded like a great idea all over, so we leapt at the opportunity to join them in Williamsburg Virginia.
On Christmas eve we walked around to admire the lights and check out Colonial Williamsburg in the dark. I forgot to bring my camera charger, so took a few photos on the first day then let the cell phone folks in the family handle the rest of the weekend. Williamsburg is absolutely gorgeous at Christmas, just wish I’d had a little more camera juice so I could have tried to capture some of it!
This is the Governor’s Palace. Williamsburg was the capital of Virginia until Thomas Jefferson switched it up in the late 1700’s. Before that, this old shack was the official residence of the royal governor (or “govenah” as we like to call it).
On Christmas eve the kids and I watched Fred Claus. It’s nice to watch a movie that’s aimed at an older crowd (a girl can only watch Frosty so many times before she’s ready for a more complex storyline). If you haven’t seen the movie, at one brief point, Mrs Claus mentions Santa’s health and how he needs to stop stress eating cookies. I think that’s what inspired this note. I’ll save you the eye strain and translate. “Dear Santa, Merry Christmas. I left you healthy foods. Tip: You should eat less cookies because you can get a heart attack. How many cookies you can have is about two or less! P.S. Please write back but not cursive! P.S. I love seeing the black Santa at Macy’s!” She left him an orange and cheese. (The wine in the photo is actually mine – though Santa probably could have used a glass himself).
Now those that have been around for awhile might remember last year when James and Mariyah insisted the whole family needed matching Christmas jammies. They found a set for everyone, even the dog. I tried to get a picture back then, but every. single. time. I put Violet’s jammies on her, she vomited. I’d wash, dry, and redress her… and she’d throw up again. After about the 4th time, I gave up. Well it must have been a Christmas miracle because all those jammies still fit everyone this year (mine may be a bit tighter – apparently Santa isn’t the only one who stress eats all the cookies).
On Christmas eve I announced that like it or not we were finally going to get that Christmas jammies photo the next morning. Everyone agreed. Well Christmas morning came, and guess who forgot. Yep. Me.
So here you go: separate photos of Bohns wearing the same pajamas.
On Christmas evening we decided to go ice skating. Most of the things we did in Williamsburg were free, but I did briefly break no spend December to rent skates.
After skating we played the Oregon Trail card game which James got for Christmas – definitely a new family favorite.
One thing I’d been looking forward to this year was a vomit free holiday. By some coincidence, Violet has always been sick for Christmas. Every single year. Well guess who must have had one too many cookies. Yep. The day after Christmas, she threw up for the first time since her surgery. The risk of a reoccurrence is low, but because she was also complaining of abdominal pain, the doctor on call said not to take any chances. Rob and I headed back up north to bring her in. She was definitely the happiest and healthiest looking kid in the ER that day. As for a puke free holiday, well, there’s always 2017.
Unfortunately, because we had to rush off, we missed a day at Colonial Williamsburg. My sister texted me this photo. James just did a report on crime and punishment, so he was very ready to give the pillory a try.
I am so relieved that 2016 is drawing to a close. I feel like we’re all just slowly limping toward that 2016 finish line. This year, I’m skipping resolutions. I don’t feel like myself, and haven’t for awhile. I can’t strive to make myself better, instead, I need to focus on making myself back into myself.