Not in those exact words, of course. I try not to sound quite so surly on Christmas cards.
The really ironic part is that I love reading other people's newsletters. So if you usually send one, please don't stop. Don't be like me.
Now, for those of you that were sent here via our cards: Welcome! For those of you that are here on your once-a-year check of the blog: Welcome back! For those of you that are regulars around here: I love you!
Curious to know just what we've been up to over the course of the past year?
How about a month-by-month blog recap?
[Just a quick note: For anyone new here who may not consider themselves to be the most tech savvy person in the world, I'm going to be providing links to previous posts about our family embedded within each month's paragraph; the links will be a different color than the rest of the text. Simply click on any alternate-colored words to read the story.]
Adelaide turned six in May and absolutely loves to read; I soon learned I can no longer leave just any reading material lying around the house. Caedmon, who turned two in September, taught me I can't take my eyes off him for two seconds at the grocery store. We still don't have any pets at this point, but our kiddos are making do. You may also be interested to know that because we have three little kids in the house, we spend most of the winter season battling some kind of cold or illness. (Like right now, as a matter of fact.) I also decided to take the advice of a random parenting article and started reading from Grimm's Fairy Tales to Adelaide. It was an interesting lesson for us both.
Atticus celebrated his fourth birthday in October. He's a hilarious and active little guy. He also suffers from what we believe are night terrors, which means I can pretty much guarantee that on any given day Derek and I are both operating on minimal amounts of sleep. I (that would be Kristy; I refuse to speak in the third-person for the entirety of this post) decided that 29 is the appropriate age to become a curmudgeon. Caedmon chose the month of February to really drive home the point that Derek is his favorite person on earth. Right around Valentine's Day is when we found that Adelaide seems to have inherited her father's perfectionism and her mother's excruciatingly slow pace. I got to go see my sisters, who were both expecting their first babies, and it was painfully exciting. Shortly after my visit, my youngest sister and her husband survived a tornado, even if their house didn't.
March reminded me that our children are crazy. But that's okay, because I am, too. I also let a little bit of my inner grammar freak slip, and I've been getting good-natured crap for it ever since. The three kids spent much of the spring reinforcing my politically incorrect gender bias. My spring gardening reminded me how much I hate rabbits. This was also the month my sister Kelli had my sweet little niece Charlotte. Adelaide showed everyone that she, too, is a curmudgeon-in-training. Atticus reminded me that there's a sharp learning curve to this whole 'raising boys' thing.
Derek got to go fishing in April. I decided that Atticus is scared of all the wrong things. I made a grievous mistake due to a lack of sleep.
One of our kiddos got sick. Again. We had another typical day in the Crisler household. I shared my views on childhood boredom. Adelaide turned six and said more inappropriate things. My youngest sister Steph also had her first baby girl: Vada. I had to wait over a month to meet her.
Our daughter gets emotional at times, and I had trouble dealing with it this month. Atticus proved that he was paying attention during our summer "Fruits of Spirit" lessons. Adelaide said the "F" word. The kids and I had great fun completing a Father's Day questionnaire to celebrate Derek. They were also super helpful when I went swimsuit shopping.
We traveled south for Charlotte's baptism and to finally meet Vada. Whilst traveling, I pledged my undying love for certain fast food chains. I also battled ants and proved what an exceptional friend I am. Japanese beetles wreaked havoc on my gardens this month- this coupled with the rabbits made me turn to Derek for some rather unconventional help.
This month I was strangely heartened to see another mother at Aldi having trouble with her little ones. Caedmon decided he does not like having his picture taken. We spent a wonderful weekend at a wedding, but I had a little trouble packing for the trip. I survived an imaginary home invasion. I posted a ton of photos of Caedmon (just because I can), and wrote him a letter for his second birthday.
In November we had fun visiting our local pumpkin patch. Our older two showed me just how much they love their daily chores. I got strangely sentimental watching our boys play with Derek. Atticus was indignant at the nurses' treatment of him at his yearly doctor's exam. Adelaide informed me that her tooth fairy isn't as generous as her friends'. We spent Thanksgiving at Derek's parents' house, where I got my baby fix. Atticus waged war against a nightmare chicken. Adelaide said some more stuff that was either really strange or really wise.
I hope you've all had a wonderful 2012- Merry Christmas!