The Last Christmas

Our family will probably remember Christmas 2010 as the time we moved, witnessed Aaron's baptism, and celebrated in Sherwood with the Boorens for the last time (Meg's parents' house is for sale, and they intend to move to Virginia). As such, we were overly-stressed and not able to relax and enjoy the normally joyous and fun season.
The Move
Meg and I had made several trips to the new house during the two weeks between the time we closed on the house and when we made the big move. so we didn't have much left to move but furniture when I brought home the rental truck on December 23rd. My friend Jon from church and I moved everything out of the old house and into the new house within two hours. Even though we only had a partially-filled 16-foot truck, loading and unloading everything literally drained all energy my arms had (my legs are always fine--I could have run a 1000 miles afterward if I had needed to). It would take us a few days to organize everything, but we were finally home.
Christmas Eve/Day
We drove to Meg's family's house in Sherwood around dinner time and ended up spending the night. We didn't have a single decoration up in either of our houses, so Meg wanted to be sure the kids could enjoy a proper Christmas morning. We hung out there all day and the boys enjoyed the few gifts they received, although the beyblades Eddie received seemed to be the favorite. We came home late that night and slept together as a family for the first time in the new house.
Aaron's Baptism
You can read about Aaron's baptism here. He deserved his own post.
Momma Asay Visits
My mom flew in Christmas night and stayed for a few days with us in the new house. She eventually revealed that she had received a Kindle for Christmas, so I spent a lot of time showing her some of the cool things she could do with it. I don't have a Kindle, but I sure know a lot about it (I plan on getting one soon). She and I also took the kids to OMSI on Tuesday morning. I had to take mom to the airport at 5-something in the morning, so afterward I drove to the old house and spent the entire morning cleaning.

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