Christmas Eve was spent mainly at church, first at Christmas Eve liturgy at a church nearby in the morning, and then Christmas liturgy at our home church (an hour north) from about 7 pm to 10:30 pm. The kids were very good, despite it being way past their bedtime, although Miriam got a little cranky. I don’t know why our kids won’t sleep at church. Both of them stay awake for multiple hour services, late at night. James has stayed up through two Pascha services (which go from about 11:30 pm to 4 am). Three- and four-year-olds were dropping like flies and my seven month old and two year old were wide awake. Anyway, it was a beautiful service, and James just laid down with his blanket whenever he got tired, and then popped back up when he wanted to participate. At the end, when we were filing up to kiss the cross, our priest said the traditional greeting of “Christ is born!” to each person as they came up. James beat him to the punch, marching up and exclaiming “Christ is born!” to Fr. Noah. He’s been saying “Christ is born!” or “Jesus born!” to us ever since. He said the traditional response, “Glorify Him!” a few times but now settles for just “Glory!” It seems he is a Baptist now. Since we spent most of the day at church, I don’t have many Christmas Eve photos, but here they are in their Christmas outfits.


The kids didn’t go to bed until 11:30 pm. Sadly, that didn’t mean they slept in much. So we woke up to what has become our traditional Christmas breakfast (because if you do it twice, it’s a tradition) - poppyseed sweet rolls, sausage and egg casserole, coffee, orange juice, and prosecco for the grown ups.

James and Miriam played with their new stuff while I made breakfast. James is showing off his new trucks and Miriam is after her new spoon.


The house looked like a bomb hit it.

After all that food, it was time for a walk.





This is James’ favorite rock-throwing place. He just calls it “water,” as in, “Mama, go water?”

Miriam didn’t quite make it all the way home.


Miriam woke up to play with her new things - a new bowl and spoon, since she will start eating big people food soon-ish, and a felted ball with a jingle bell inside that Mama knit her. She’s so adorable. Even though she’s very bald :)

She loves her Papa.


Christmas dinner was kind of a bust. All the side dishes (leek gratin, roasted carrots, shredded brussels sprouts with bacon, cranberry-almond-goat cheese salad) were good, but the roast lamb smelled TERRIBLE. After lots of investigating and calling my grandmother, it seems that the smell did not mean it was bad, just that some lamb is smelly. But we’ve both eaten lots of lamb and none of it smelled like this. Arielle couldn’t eat it. Paul made a valiant effort. No one got sick. But Arielle went out and bought a ham to eat with the other leftovers, and we’re tossing the lamb. But it was made up for by a dessert that we got to set on fire! Arielle’s first steamed plum pudding, which we doused in flaming rum after the kids went to bed.


Merry Christmas!