Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Wren's First Christmas, part 1

I can't believe Wren's first Christmas is already over! It's kind of sad really! But we had an absolutely wonderful holiday. There were too many pictures for one post, so I'm splitting them up into a few.

We started decorating the weekend after Thanksgiving and Wren was just a couple weeks old. She basically slept through everything, but she helped Dad put the star on the tree. And she helped us decorate it (that sweet face makes me want to cry!)...
Skip to this week and she's a whole lot bigger!
Grammy and Pappa bought her a Christmas tree and we put it up in her room. I am so excited to begin the tradition of getting her picture under her own Christmas tree each year. It was a little hard to get her to cooperate but we got one, sans the cute Santa hat tree topper. (Note the little doggie that was feeling left out...this is Kowe's favorite spot, she sits there all the time and looks out the window.)And I love this picture so much because Wren is giggling at her Auntie. She was putting on a little smile show!True to tradition, we had Christmas eve dinner at our house with Shell, Dan and the boys and then we headed to church. Josh cooked a delicious meal and was actually off on Christmas eve so it made for a special day.

After church, the kiddos opened their Christmas jammies. Here's Daddy and Wren unwrapping hers! She looks thrilled...we called them clown pj's because they have a ruffle on the neck. They're really actually pretty ugly...so ugly they're cute!
And here's our big girl!
Then we took a picture with her cousins. Clearly the boys weren't interested in holding her so we had to just lean her up there before they bolted and left the poor girl hangin'!On Christmas morning, Wren pretty much slept through opening her presents. But we had fun! Here's our little monster with her cute new shirt from Uncle Jeremy, Aunt Lisa and Cousin Alex!Look at that ruffly butt!

We had such a special Christmas morning. Last Christmas was so tough for us, I remember that Josh pretty much forced me to go to church being that it was less than a week after our miscarriage. Last year, when we lit the candles and sang Silent Night at the end of service, it tore my heart out, and I remember that Josh and I just clung to one another. My, what a difference a year makes. This year, we were lucky enough to cling to our sweet little girl. We feel so blessed to be her parents. Every holiday is sweeter with her here and we are definitely excited to think about how fun next Christmas will be!