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It’s the season to be jolly

Sing with me! It’s the season to be jolly! Falalalala lalalala! I just love our family evenings and especially during Christmas season. There are candles, lights and decors all over. So when the evening gets a little bore, I just focus on a decoration and it can take me to wonderful places. Well, I just think about how beautiful it would look in my room, haha.

Well, this evening for family night we had a made-up game, made up by Brother. Those can get a little carried away sometimes, well, mostly because he’s so into music. His made-up games or activities can’t be without some type of music game or music hearing, music making, music inventing, whatever have you. So we had to roll this wheel thing with different letters, while listening to music of course. Each letter led us to a paper that gave us instructions of what to do. His instructions to us went like this…. Make up a song. Sing a Christmas song. Pretend to cry until your next turn. Make everyone laugh. Make a silly face. Write a 4-lined Christmas poem. Write down your Christmas wish. Make everyone guess your favorite song. Do a crazy dance…etc. There are too many to name them all here, but you get the idea.

Mom had to do a dance but she was a little shy. As soon as Dad and Brother took a toilet break, she did her dance. I filmed her and have been able to tease her about it ever since. She couldn’t exactly hide from Dad and Brother either, cause I had it on camera, hee, hee. Now every time I want her to let me do something, I remind her of her crazy dance that I could broadcast (of course, only to the rest of our family). Well, actually I tried that out once and it didn’t work too well because, well, she had plenty of videos of me doing things that I didn’t really want shown all over the place, even just to family.

I guess she had a point there. It’s okay to have fun and tease a little. But there is a time and place for everything. One evening of craziness is great. It’s even good to laugh, play and have fun. It helps us get out of ourselves too. But it’s not to take out at other times or other places or with other people. I wouldn’t like that done to me. That reminds me of the verse “Whatever you want someone to do to you, do the same to them.” It’s pretty smart fitting, if I may say so myself. I’ll think of that the next time I do a crazy thing, hee.

And then we ended our evening watching some “funny videos” of animals and people getting surprised or falling and all that stuff. Some were really hilarious and we had such a good laugh. But some others were just sad, to realize that people actually got hurt from those situations. Well, all I can say is that there is a time to laugh and also a time to cry.

Christmas is a time to be joyful and happy, but I know that there are also some people who are missing loved ones and hurting real bad during this time. God, please help me to be sad with them and bring them some love and comfort.

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My Serving Experience

Can you imagine something not my plan, not my idea, yet still a great idea! Well, I’m kind of getting used to this because I notice that others around me, even those older than me (Can you imagine that?) can still have some great ideas. To start off, Mom and Dad offered their services at church for a full day of helping out, charity type of work. Great for them! I thought. But then when they told Brother and I that we were part of it too, I nearly fainted. Well, maybe not fainted for real, but in my mind, I couldn’t believe I would have to be at church ALL day and serving? I didn’t even know what serving meant. “All the more reason to come!” Mom said. “Instead of me telling you what it means, you’ll get to try it out and experience it for yourself.”

Okay, not my idea of a weekend fun or relax, but… I was willing to give it a try. Brother was a bit more reluctant and did some of his complaining, but he came along too. And, at the end, yes, I was a bit tired, yes, it was a lot of work, but hey, I had FUN! Real FUN! I served soup and drinks, along with bread and cream and napkins. I made a few spills to begin with, was a bit wobbly with the hot soup bowls, but I got better at it. That wasn’t enough so I served some cakes and desserts too. I didn’t want to stop there so I helped sell the clothes. Still more time so I helped sell the other stuff like toys and books. Boy, I felt useful and like I really did something with my day. I learned that service is not just serving soup but serving it with a smile and because I care and want to help out. Selling things to then give money to charity was not just to make money, but to later again be able to give to the poor and the needy. I certainly didn’t expect anything in return because I was there to give, but I did get something in return. I got a free serving of food! Imagine that! And good food it was. Then I got a free headband for the winter and a free sweater and shirt. I was about to pay for it, but the older ladies at the stand paid for me instead. They saw my cheerful giving and serving with the food and it made them so happy to give to me in return.

Most of all, what I got from this, was a really full heart of happiness. I didn’t understand the saying that “it’s more blessed to give than to receive” but I experienced it firsthand. Then I felt love bursting out too. I got home and wanted to keep on giving. I looked through my wardrobe if there was anything I could add to the giving bags.

You might need to try this out for yourself to know what I’m talking about here. Cause I’ve heard about it lots of times before too. I’ve heard others tell me their stories and all that, but it didn’t touch me or make me feel the way I feel today by actually doing it and being a part of it. It’s humongous!

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The Spirit of Christmas

This morning, Dad and Mom, Brother and I sat comfortably and cozy on the couch sipping our hot morning “coffees” (aka: chicory or hot cocoa). Why? Because we’re on holidays and because Dad and Mom work from home so can choose to get up a little later (depending on what time we all go to bed) and have a family breakfast time. We usually only get to do that on the weekend. And this morning we happened to get on the topic of Christmas. Not too early to talk about it, is what I say!

Usually it begins when we decorate, but that happens only after November 17th, after my brother’s birthday. We made it our family tradition to start decorating then since my brother loves it. I guess it should count as part of his birthday gift, don’t you think? Why does he get all the decorations on his birthday or so close to his birthday? Well, I shouldn’t complain. My birthday comes first which means more chance of it being a warm enough day to do something outdoors. That just opens up way more possibilities of some FUN! Although, we rarely do anything outside because we can’t plan that far in advance with the wacky weather forecast. Oh well!

Mom brings up the topic of Christmas, that’s right! But not Christmas decorations that comes after Brother’s birthday. Not the Christmas lights that Dad is planning to prep the plugs for today or tomorrow or the day after. Not even the Christmas cookies that we can start making already 2 months ahead (that’s cause she already talked about that yesterday while I was doing some cookie baking). She talked, and then Dad joined in of course, about the “spirit of Christmas”. She said Brother and I should start thinking about what we’d like to give or make for Grandpa and Grandma for Christmas, since it’s a time for giving after all.

Every year they get us presents, and when we were young we would make them something too. But since we’ve gotten a bit older now, Mom doesn’t do many more arts and crafts projects with us anymore and so we don’t have anything to give them. She said we can either create and make something, which is giving of our time, or get something with our own money, giving of our things. That is a thoughtful thing to do after all. They do so many special things for us throughout the year. The least we can do is get them a Christmas present.

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Our Advent Calendar in Reverse

You know those calendars that are numbered 1-24 and you get to pick something out to eat or to do or to read each day leading up to Christmas? Well, for this year, my mom said we will have a really special one. But when the first day of December rolled around, I didn’t see any calendar at all. Yes, that is some sneaky, invisible calendar. Brother asked Mom a few times at the store for those chocolate calendars and this year why not get one for each of us, not just for us to share? But Mom had her mind made up. “I already have one for this year.” she said.

She came into the kitchen with a shoe box all decorated in wrapping paper and a paper and pen, with 24 numbers written scattered on the paper. What was this for? I wondered quite suspiciously. The box was empty. Nothing at all to pick out of it. “We’re doing our advent calendar in reverse this year.” she said. What? In reverse? How mixed up and reverse is that? I thought.

Mom then explained: “You see, we usually get to pick something out for each day leading up to Christmas. But this year, we will put something in instead. At the end of the month, we will gift this box to someone who could really use a Christmas present.” Ohhhhh! (Notice the Aha! Moment.) So that explained the empty box and the empty paper.

Mom began to write down some things while I enjoyed a piece of pumpkin pie. As she neared number 6 I was eating my second piece of pie. When will this end? I thought. Okay, she stopped at 7 and then passed the paper on to me and Brother, for us to write anything we could think of that we could and would like to give and add to the box. We filled a few more empty spaces on the paper but couldn’t think of anything else. Mom put the paper aside and picked out the first thing on the paper to give and added it to the box. Number 1, done! The next day, we put in the second thing on the list. And on and on we’ll do until the 24th.

I guess that could be okay, filling up a box and on Jesus’ birthday giving it to someone in need. That’s really the best give we could give Jesus after all. Whatever I do for someone else, I’m doing it to Him. That makes it real and concrete, not just imaginary. I told Brother that we don’t really need chocolates every day. We get plenty of good food and even nice tasty treats and desserts or cookies Mom makes us. That’s enough. Many people get nothing at all for Christmas. I guess that kind of makes me a part of their Christmas present, doesn’t it? I like that and most of all that I’m giving Jesus what He really likes on His birthday —my love! And not only in thoughtfulness but also through my actions.

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A Baking Failure?

I have a little problem, I must confess. I can’t seem to follow any sort of recipe quite properly, or at least it just doesn’t seem to come out like I want it to. All the photos on the recipe books look amazing, just totally perfect. But why do mine never turn out that way. So, well, I just decided NOT to follow any recipe at all. That way I don’t get disappointing if it doesn’t turn out like the picture-perfect look in the recipe book. And guess what? Sometimes it really works! It works and it’s delicious and everybody loves it.

I remember the best cake I ever made was when Dad and Mom were unloading a gigantic truckload of books. Thirteen palettes of books to unload as they were moving their stock of books from one place to another. And so they had invited 3-4, or 5 people to come and help. Brother and I helped too. It just so happened that the day before I had gotten an inspiration to make a cake. Yes, I must wait for an inspiration before I set out on the journey of baking a no-follow-cake-recipe. I didn’t even have Mom right there, cause, well, she was busy with something else. So I had to figure it out myself.

I mixed up the usual ingredients that I think you put in a cake. Then I may have added something of my own accord but I don’t remember now what it was. Well, that’s the problem! I can never ever make the same thing twice. That’s what Mom says about her cooking too. Brother tells her that’s it’s the best meal of all and he begs her to make it again. She’s thankful for the apprecition but honestly says that it may be hard to match it exactly as she just put spices and stuff in, without measuring or following a recipe.

Oh, well, back to MY story. After everyone had unloaded the books, which took a few hours, they were tired and I think hungry too. So I brought over some juice and my made-up cake, which I hadn’t tasted yet. It was a bit worrisome, to be sharing a cake that I wasn’t sure turned out, with not just my little family, but with other guests too. Woah! But it was amazing! Everyone loved it and thanked me. I felt really proud of myself for trying something new all by my very own self. Just too bad that I’ve never been able to match that cake again. Only to think that maybe it could have won the Dina Records of 2018. I won’t remorse over what’s past. I’ll just be happy that I can try out some different made-up cake recipes that can be special in their own way. God made me unique too after-all. There’s only one of me!

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Our Trash Disposal Trip

Today was vacation with Mom and Grandma, as Dad was busy at a young people’s camp and I’m not yet old enough to go. Grandpa and my uncle were home doing some renovating work on the farm house that’s totally old fashioned and rustic. Everything was like really really old, like hundreds and hundreds of years old. I could tell by the amount of cobwebs there was all over the place.

Anyway, I think Mom had enough of the cobwebs so she and Grandma decided to take us out for a drive, or maybe more like a shopping trip as we had to stock up our fridge with something for this week we would spend together at the farm.

First we had some garbage to dispose of, you know the sorting type of garbage: paper, plastic and glass type. So we drove to the next little tiny town to get to it. This place is full of tiny cute towns, surrounded by mountains and forests, really beautiful. That’s where our farm is located too. So out of the car we went to stretch our legs and sort out the trash. Our next stop was the shop. After driving on some country roads, we reached the highway, where we could drive a little faster. Suddenly I yell out to Mom, “The back door is open!” But Grandma was sure she closed it and Mom was sure that Grandma wouldn’t have forgotten to close it. How ridiculous it would have been, to be driving on the highway with the boot wide open.

But…. It was left open! With a gasp or horror, Mom was embarrassed to the utmost. She quickly slowed down a bit in case something would fall out of the back. Nothing much in there but maybe some empty shopping bags and, well, Grandpa’s beloved trumpet that he forgot in the boot from the other day.

Five more minutes passed and we finally found a spot to stop the car and close the boot. That was a close call. I’m sure I’ll never forget to do that when I start driving. I can learn from the mistakes of others and that’s part of growing up, isn’t it? But most of all, we had a good laugh, all the way home. But wait till Grandpa and Uncle heard about it! I’ll leave it to your imagination! (laugh, laugh)

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Dinner Prep

I was on dinner again yesterday because, well, I left the kitchen after lunch. What’s so bad about that? Well, it was my turn on dishes and by the time I got started with something else, I had totally forgotten that I was even on dishes. So instead of Mom having to call me back into the kitchen to do the job, she did it herself but then I had to do something in exchange for her, like cook dinner or… well, just cook dinner. Unless of course it’s dinner dishes that I’m on, then I usually still have to do it or pay her to do it. I sometimes pay her because I’m sooooo tired and I just feel like going to bed and watch something or read together as a family. Though it’s not really as a family if Mom still has to be in the kitchen doing dishes, or ME for that matter. I’m starting to just do it real quick and get it out of the way. It’s when I wait and wait before starting the job or get tripped off with something else, that it seems so long and hard to do.

Oh right, back to dinner prep, my favorite thing of all is to prepare salads. I like making salads chalk full of all kinds of things, stuffing it with as many healthy things that I can think of, that could match into it of course. I counted at dinner with Dad and Mom how many healthy things were in my salad. Actually, I had them count and figure out what I put in it, heehee. I couldn’t forget onions. That’s one of my very favorite things to spice up any and all dishes, besides sweet ones of course. They tell me that I got that from my grandpa, cause he loves onions too. They even made him a birthday meal that contained onions in each dish.

The only part of the onion that I don’t like is… well the preparation part. Peeling them is okay and my eyes get just a bit itchy. But then I get in a bundle of tears when peeling them. I end up not being able to see anything and I have to ask Mom to finish cutting it up for me. Today for dinner prep, I wasn’t going to let anything hold me back and I didn’t think I could ask Mom if I was to be doing dinner for her. So I got the bright idea… to…. Well, I ran upstairs to my swimming bag and got out my goggles. That should do the trick! I thought. And it did! It was a tight fit, too tight to let any onion air in my eyes and too tight to let out any tears too, if I had any. And best of all, Dad and Mom loved my salad and they counted 6 things in total, all healthy ones too. I congratulated myself with a cookie at the end.

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F.U.N night

More here about our family night activities, because it’s the best thing of all! Some of our favorite activities so far have been: Crazy relays by Dad, a food hike by Mom (I’ll tell you more about that one later.) My balloon and drawing activities. We tell or read jokes, share real life stories in a made up sheet tent, we had trampoline games outdoors, picnic in nature, treasure hunts, hide and seek around the house, cooking contest (Mom did that one so that she didn’t have to come up with a snack beforehand. Kind of cheating in my opinion), a walk to the store to choose our dessert together. Not a good idea because we couldn’t make up our mind on which ice-cream flavor to get. (It was my idea, heehee.) Board games, trying out Dad and Mom’s made-up games that sometimes work and sometimes don’t. We kind of help out with suggestions sometimes. I guess that could mean we create games together during our activity nights. And then we even have Brother’s games that always include some type of music or song writing, anything as long as there’s some music playing in the background or the game includes music somehow.

Oh boy, the list could get quite a bit longer but anyway, you get the idea. To sum it all up in one word it’s FUN!!! Family-United-Night! Or as I like to say “Family-Upside down-Night” because that’s when our other side comes out, our kind of crazy and silly side, really fun side. Especially Mom, you’d never guess she could make a silly face or dance like a duck. Dad at least sneaks out a little of that side once in a while when he has Daddy time with us. And the funniest is when Dad puts on an accent from another country and makes us all roll on the floor. Mom sometimes ends up in tears, from laughing so hard. We had to close the curtains the last time we did that, as some neighbor looking in would not understand what was going on. He might have thought we were meant to be in a crazy house or something.

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Girly Fun

I’m here again talking about babysitting. Well, sometimes I have one little girl and sometimes I have two at once. They’re sisters and adorable as can be. The older one, who is just 3, wants to do all the big girl things that I do, especially when I have just her to babysit. So today I decided we will have a beauty salon. It’s only on special rare occasions that I get to put on make up, but babysitting is one of those rare occasions, isn’t it? It’s almost as special as going to a wedding or someone’s birthday party. I’m not actually doing it for myself, but I’m really doing it for someone else. To her it’s called “dress up like a princess” or “becoming a queen”. Imagine if I had that for a job? I realized, after the make-up job, that I really did need more practice, especially if I wanted to ever do it on a princess or a queen. To confirm this, the little girl I babysat, ran to tell her mom with a big beautiful smile on her face, that she was becoming a clown princess. How’s that for a compliment?

After the make-up ordeal, that I realized needed way more practice on myself first, before I do it on anyone else, ever. I should ask Mom to let me do this make-up thing so that I can get better at it. It will be a little hard if I can’t practice doing it until I’m allowed to actually wear it. I’ll be as bad off as I am now. Or maybe…? Maybe she’ll let me do it on her. That’s a great idea!

So we put on make up and then we put on nail polish. The problem is that this little girl wants to do it all herself. I helped her with the make up thing, but the nail polish, well, she has to do it all by herself, she does! She gets close enough to her finger nails and toe nails, along with plenty of finger and toe of course, but it just makes her more colorful that’s all. I hope her mom won’t mind too much. It was enough with the “clown princess”. Later, I realized that her mom loved her no matter what she looked like. That reminds me of Jesus’ love for me. He cares about me even if I look like a clown face, not knowing how to put on make-up. He loves me for being me.

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I’m growing up

It’s baby sitting day! No, I’m not going to have a baby sitter watching over me making sure I eat my breakfast and do my homework and do other things besides watching you tube videos. I’m doing babysitting. No, I’m not sitting on a baby and a baby is not sitting on me. I’m not sitting next to a baby either. Who ever thought of calling it baby sitting anyway? It’s far from just sitting. I’m actually allowed to do almost anything with the two little girls I’m looking out for. And it’s more like running around trying to find the next activity that will keep them happy and occupied. I could start a new “baby running” trend.

We do tea set, water play, picking fruit from the garden, watering the plants, trampoline, building towers, drawing and painting and lots of messes along the way. I enjoy every part of it except when I have to clean up after they leave, that’s the worst. I wish a magic fairy would just come and put it all away.

For this baby sitting, Mom’s given me a few ideas of things that she did with me and my brother when we were young. She even has them on video and I’m allowed to watch them whenever I want, even when I’m not allowed to watch anything else. I think she thinks it’s good training for me. Now I’ve even started my own planner of ideas. This day I will do that activity, that day I will do this. But I realized that my planning is good but lasts only minutes. I need a giant of a list of a planner for these girls. They get bored after just 2 minutes.