I”m really excited about the idea I had to document Christmas Eve/Christmas Day in a Day In The Life series, and I hope others will join me! Think of it as a way to preserve one very special day in a way you haven’t done before. In our family Christmas changes just a little bit each year, as children are born and leave, relationships build and deteriorate. I want T1 to have an example of what it was like in Washington when he was young.
Previously DITL posts can be found for days when T1 was two months, eights months, a random day in May, a Sunday with my parents in Washington. This DITL I’m going to show you is actually two days, as I thought it would be fun to document what General Conference weekend is like. I normally add in times with my photos, but I’m writing this from Washington and don’t have access to my Lightroom catalog to make that happen.
I woke up early (for me) on Saturday in order to visit the farmer’s market before the first session of conference.
I got back just before the session started and was greeted by this face. Dad got him out of bed, gave him a bottle, and changed his diaper.
As soon as I wlked in the door he rummaged through my bags to find something to eat, settling on an Asian pear. He plopped down on the ground to play his favorite iPad game, Itsy Bitsy Spider.
I unloaded my haul while listening to the first session of conference. Our internet isn’t fast enough to stream the video, so we just listen to the audio. I like doing mindless tasks while I’m listening, because sitting on the couch staring off into space inevitably leads to me daydreaming about all the things I’m going to do once the session is over.
T1 got hungry and so I made kale chips and warmed up soup leftovers.
I finished up the last half of the session with a batch of granola.
After the two hours of conference, I decided to pick up the house.
Cleaning up T1′s toys seems to remind him how much he likes them. I pick up the top, he wants to play with the top. I pick up the train, he wants to play with the train. One reason why everything takes twice as long with a baby.
And the after:
The weather was nice so I went for a run.
When I got back, there was just enough time for me to shower and get dressed again before the second two-hour session of conference started.
During this session, I scanned Jenna Cole receipts.
It was not fun, but it was mindless work so I could easily listen.
Right as the session ended, T1 woke up. It was perfect timing.
We snacked on granola fresh out of the oven (well, not so fresh that it hadn’t cooled down yet).
And then we decided to cut his hair. There is something about DITL that just makes us want to cut his hair I guess?
Toward the end he was screaming, throwing himself around, and absolutely miserable. We’re putting off the next haircut for a long time so we don’t have to go through that again.
We attempted to cut the bottom short and leave the top longer. We made a LOT of mistakes, but I actually liked how it looked as it grew out.
We wrestled him down and got him dressed, as he and I had plans to hang out with some girls from church while That Husband attended priesthood session.
Our parking neighbor, in one of her better parking jobs.
I took this picture to celebrate parallel parking on the left-hand side of the street, in a small space for my car, in one try. Look what city life has done for me!
Getting together with the girls while the guys have their own session is something that happens twice a year for Mormon women. Most either go out to eat or meet in big groups to gab and share baked goods.
We got home pretty late, had a drink, spent some time digging in the trash, changed another diaper, and went to bed.
Next morning I woke up early (for me) again to make a tomato+egg dish for the conference brunch we had been invited to.
I prepped the bottle and got a loaf of bread in the breadmaker.
T1 woke up happy, hooray! This isn’t always the case.
While I cooked and prepped he ate his breakfast (more yogurt and granola), played, and generally enjoyed himself.
It was fun, until it wasn’t fun anymore. Time for another nap
I quietly finished up the tomato dish and we decided That Husband would stay home while I went to our brunch party so T1 could continue to sleep.
Not everyone dresses up for watching conference at home, but I like wearing dresses (actually, I’m not going anywhere today and I’m wearing a skirt right now).
Baked eggs in tomato Parmesan sauce. Recipe here. Make it, everyone loved it.
When I got back, T1 was still sleeping, so I decided to take a nap too.
That Husband brings T1 to wake me up like this quite often in the morning, and it’s my favorite. Now that he’s a little older he points and lets us know he wants to snuggle down under the covers with us.
Baby panties from Poland.
I cleaned the kitchen while listening to the second session of the day, last of the weekend.
The boys played.
I tried to read my scriptures, which usually looks like this (baby crawling all over me wanting to play a game on the iPad).
Sundays are always good family time because we try to avoid any secular media (tv, movies, music) and though we aren’t perfect we try to limit our internet time too. T1 likes it because he gets to be with daddy the WHOLE DAY.
His eyes started to droop, so we led him toward the bath, let him play…
and put him to sleep. As usual, I finished off my night frantically trying to write posts, answer emails, attend to Jenna Cole, and other computer stuff before That Husband took my hand and let me know it was time to tuck it in for the night. I always resist, but he’s right. It will all be there waiting for me tomorrow.