Christmas break is nearly over. Sometimes I am thankful for how quickly it went, sometimes I'm a little sad. Here are some photos of our life over the past few weeks.
On the last day of school, the kids wrote out their wishes (Callie wished for a bunny named Rosie, Brynn wished to go horseback riding every day with her sister -- deep stuff). Brynn's teacher read the wishes to the whole school, put the wish papers in a fire, and then used the ashes to fertilize the tree the school planted as part of the "best wishes" ceremony to close out the year.
Callie sang Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer with her class, but her red nose rubbed off long before the singing started.
Brynn dressed up like a shepherd to help explain part of the Christmas story. She took her dad's walking stick for the part, and I worried that she'd lose it and he wouldn't be able to walk. Oh...you still haven't heard about that, have you? Hmm...another post.
Inspired by some amazing capoeira teachers (think karate, acrobatics, and modern dance all in one), Brynn practiced cartwheels on the beach.
We hugged our friends.
We practiced ballet.
We tried a little yoga...or something.
Sometimes we considered strangling each other.
We loved on the dogs.
Brynn taught herself to braid.
And ran races while showing off her new mouth full of teeth.
And sometimes just contemplated life as a new seven-year-old.
On Christmas Eve we watched 150 baby turtles make their way to the ocean...with about 93 other people looking on.
Go, babies, go!
We admired Frank, the man with the rake, who has brought back the turtle population here on our beach.
On Christmas morning, we gathered around our piñata Christmas tree, read Pippi Longstocking, and drank peppermint steamers.
We slid down the concrete slide in the neighborhood park.
Ate ice cream in another park.
That's a fluke!
Whales are cool, but nothing beats pizza with pals.