Last weekend we had our family Christmas party. We also got over 10 inches of snow. It started Friday in the wee hours of the morning. It was a blizzard by the time the massacre happened at Sandy Nook. I wanted to watch the news but was crying off and on holding my two kids. It was probably a good thing that the snow started covering my dish and messing with my reception. I needed to turn it off for a bit and focus on "my" kids. J who has always been concerned anytime he sees me cry said "mama it will be ok!"
Hunky Hubs came home early that day from work. I had told him on Instant Messenger what happened. We were both just disgusted, but like many Americans felt it so hard to turn off. How do you take something like that in, and then turn around and forget you heard it moments later. You don't.
But when you have two small kids who are incapable of understanding that at any point in time their existence could be taken from them, you simply have to stop listening to the news and return to your world of cleaning and preparing their little minds for the excitement of the Christmas party that would ensue later in the weekend.
We all spent restless nights sleeping in the living room close to the fire, but I found it hard to get restful sleep. At 3am my creative writing juices were flowing and I got up and wrote a poem, but went back to bed when I heard Baby B stirring.
Saturday morning we woke up. Went to see Aunt Kim at breakfast and before we left, the snow was getting heavier and heavier. We didn't watch the news Saturday until that evening. I knew I just needed to get out in the snow with J myster and have fun with him during the first snowfall of the season.
We played in the snow that morning and stayed warm the rest of the day inside by the fire and cleaned for the next day's family Christmas party.
Sunday afternoon our family came over and we ate good food and opened gifts and had a great time.
J myster got this cool car that he can take apart with a toy drill from his aunt. He's been playing with it non-stop. It was a good day. We laughed and just enjoyed being around everyone and the boys were completely exhausted when everyone left.
We made this concrete keepsake for my Mother in Law with JJ's handprint and his age and B's handprint and his age next to it. She loved it.
After everyone went home and we finally got our PJ's on, we then turned on the news and saw the 20 precious names and faces of those beautiful little lost souls. My heart wept again.
Wife, Mother of Two Boys, Coffee Addict, Pinterest obsessed, an aspiring writer balancing every day life of raising a family and blogging about it.