
We had our traditional takeout Chinese, sparkling grape juice and leftover Christmas goodies for dessert. May your new year be blessed!
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The girls spent a cold day constructing with lincoln logs. Please note the rope between the house and the barn. We have been reading _On the Banks of Plum Creek_ . At times Ma or Pa had to do chores in a blizzard, they used a rope to get from one building to the next so they wouldn't get lost in a whiteout. Next spring we plan to visit Plum Creek and some of the other Laura Ingalls Wilder historic sites in our "neighborhood". 



Oftentimes one of the children's gifts will lend itself to a scavenger hunt rather than wrapping paper. This year the sleds from their grandparents were a good choice for hiding instead of wrapping. However, a couple of days before Christmas the children asked me if the hunt could not be so "lame" this year. I wrote 30 clues using nursery rhymes, slogans, songs and poetry. It took them an hour and some help. It was pretty chilly Christmas Day, note the facemasks.
Another English custom we've adopted is the children find their stockings on their bed in the morning. They are allowed to open them quietly and enjoy what is in them until 7 am when they can come in and wake us up. After the children wake us up, Daddy reads the Christmas account from the Bible. Then, breakfast: quiche, fruit salad and cinnamon rolls. We put candles in the sticky buns and sing "Happy Birthday" to Jesus. Then we move on to the tree. The children get three gifts from us. JOY, one to help them focus on Jesus, one to share with Others and one for You. 
My kitchen is large but it does not have alot of cabinets. All of my pots, pans, pyrex, large measuring bowls and strainers share a home under my kitchen sink. Before the shelves everything was just placed in there, no rhyme or reason. And every time you needed a pot or pan you had to take out 7 to get the one you needed. And put them back. With the addition of just two small shelves(remember we have to go around the plumbing also) everything has its own place and when you want a 13 x 9 pan, or a strainer, or a measuring bowl, or a pot, or a round pyrex you just grab it! I love having my things organized!
We've been stepping over a baby gate into the pantry since Baby began to crawl. I've thought the pantry needed a door since we moved in but I got outvoted. After highstepping over the gate and nearly falling Daddy agreed that a door might be a good thing. Now that it is up, not only does Baby not play with the olive oil but the kitchen looks "finished", even Daddy says so. We've known that the guest room needed a door since we moved in, but the hole was nonstandard and short of special ordering a door to fit we couldn't figure out what to do. Finally, after reasoning that the woodwork would cover up whatever we did next to the door Daddy, Grampa and the boys put in a door. Now our guests don't have to hide in the corner, dress as quickly as Superman and hope that noone comes in while they're doing so. The door even locks! 


Gramma was born in Canada, her family was English. It was their tradition to decorate the Christmas table with "crackers". "Crackers" are brightly colored cylinders with toys and candy inside, you pull on the ends and they POP, a bit like a cap gun. I didn't get to any stores that might have stocked these items this year so we made our own, minus the POP. Brothers insisted we could use gunpowder to make the POP, but I opted for the boring version. 

