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Hustle, bustle, glitter and gleam as we ready for the big event of Christmas. The children so excited they can hardly get to sleep and then we need to get the last minute touches complete on the gifts before we ourselves lay down. Finally all is done and we lay down for a few moments sleep when all of a sudden we see children dancing round our bed. Tirefully we awaken ready to make our children happy. We do our yearly ritual of reading the story from Luke so that we have some real meaning of Christmas in the gifts we've given. We ready the cameras and then tell the children to march forward toward their gifts from Santa.

They rip and tear one after another while they ooo and awe giving us much delight that they are pleased with their gifts. Finally the last gift is opened and all the torn wrappings are put into bags for the next days trash. The children are playing with their new found games, dolls and other toys. Now its time to prepare the meal so that our tummies can be filled. What a glorious time each year brings as we create traditions and memories that will always last.

Leave a comment telling of your Christmas Day Dawning experiences.

Earnie
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The sounds of Christmas begin to fill our ears and hearts with memories of joy beginning Thanksgiving Day with the "Maci's Christmas Parade" giving us our first sounds of Jingle Bells as Santa Claus is pulled down the road in his Christmas Sleigh. We begin thinking of decorating and purchasing gifts and often dread that "Black Friday" because we go shopping for our Christmas gifts in hopes of big deals from the retailers. I tend to relax on that Friday and don't go out in the masses to try to get that deal because I just don't like fighting for items like that. Instead I prefer to sit back, relax and listen to the sounds of Christmas with radio stations, CDs and even an old vynil records that I have laying around.

These sounds bring back pleasant memories of Holidays past. My siblings and I would sing songs and dance to the music as we got ready for Christmas and made out our wish lists. We began dreaming of that big day when Santa would arrive as we listened to the music being played. Now my children enjoy these sounds and make their wishes know.

Leave a comment and tell me your favorite Christmas Jingle. Mine is "It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas."

Earnie
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When Jonathan was born he was a big boy, a cool 10 pounds and 4 onces and 22 inches long. By the time his brother Andrew was born he was large or in other words looked older than two, more like four. Jonathan was concerned that others were surprised that he was only two. He wanted to tell people that he was three even though his birthday was still a few months away. It is often amazing at how much we shape our little ones thoughts by such meaningless comments. We are really shaping and molding an adult with the words and comments our little ones hear from other adults.

Anyway, back to the subject, I had suggested to Jonathan that instead of saying he was three to tell others that he was two and three quarters. He is brilliant in math and his brilliance did shine even at two and three quarters; he understood that three forths of the year had already passed. He was a hoot telling others when they asked how old he was. They would laugh and thought he was so cute. With Jonathan saying his age was two and three quarters no one commented on how old he looked; they commented on how cute he was.

Although not really realizing the benefits at the time, in reflection I can see that my suggestion of two and three quarters benefitted Jonathan a great deal. He didn't have to lie about his age. He made others laugh and he was pleased with their comments when he told his age. Words can shape and mold young impressionable minds. Be careful of the words you give your kids.

Earnie
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From the time of inception are little ones are experiencing firsts. Our little ones are typically very interested in exploration and it is in our very being to try new things. Our little ones experience their first human touches and their first cry shortly after birth. They experience being poked, prodded and pampered right in the delivery room. They even experience their first hugs and kisses without delay. Life to them are full of firsts as they have never experienced life before.

We too though experience firsts right along with them. We experience pregnancy, contractions, delivery, the first cry of our little ones, the first diaper to change and more. We have anticipations of how our little one will grow to experience their firsts but at the same time we forget that we experience those first with them.

We experience the baby's first words of Ma Ma and Da Da and our hearts leap with abundant joy and gratefulness. We have experienced our firsts as well as them and we are more excited than they are. Our excitement for that first word, that first crawl, that first step, etc is what causes that little one to want to try that first a second, third and fourth time until they've perfected it.

It is really amazing at how their firsts, lead to our firsts and then our excitement for that first leads to more of the same from the little one. We should be careful that if a first isn't something we want our little to be doing to not show them excitement since it is that very excitement that will give them the go ahead to try it again. Enjoy those firsts with your little ones as I have enjoyed them with mine.

Earnie
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When my first son was nearly two we decided that he should have a brother or sister to play with. So are planning was coming to fruition and things were about to get exciting again. Well into the second trimester my wife was noticing that this child was more active than our first. He would kick and punch so much that it would keep my wife awake. You can imagine how irritable she had become but with love I tried to console her and ease her discomfort. At least the doctor visits were good and that made us happy.

We had opted for a Cesaren section since we had the first one that way. The day of delivery was running smoothly, this time we were on schedule for early morning. The athesiologist was having problems with the epidural though and we were running about 15 minutes late. In the operating room things were running smooth and I was my calm self. "Yes, dear. He has started cutting you."

Once the doctor pulled the baby from the womb both my wife and I noticed the surprise on his face. Following to the warmer, the nurses were operating differently than the first one. A different hospital and different staff I supposed that was the reason why. He is a boy but weight less than the first one I noted to myself. Then they started looking carefully at his eyes, the extra fold in his ears, his short stubby fingers, the extra length of his tongue and the straight line in his palm. This baby has Down Syndrome they said quietly so as not to disturb my wife. What were they saying? What did they mean? Joy and excitement quickly turned to fear. Then the doctor pinged me, in his exam of my wife they found a cist on one of my wife's overies. More fear, "my wife has cancer?" He needed my permission to do a biopsy, "We don't know if it is malignate". "Sure, go ahead!" My wife half hearing, "Just take them out I won't need them." The doctor laughed and said that she would have plenty of use for them.

Sewn together and ready for the recovery room my wife briefly held her new son. "Does this baby has Down Syndrome?" she asked. "We are doing some tests to be sure." they said. Not really reassuring. "What are we going to do?" she cried.

Back in the recovery room, she was taking so long for the epidural to wear off. The nursing staff was getting worried. You could see it in their eyes and hear it in their voice. Hours passed and she was still not having feeling in her toes. Finally, she could feel and we where wheeled back to the room. During the wait I had called the list she had prepared. I let certain people know of the Down Syndrome the baby had. "God gives Special Babies to Special parents!", some would say. When my sister who was pregnant at the time said that I blurted, "Well let's hope God doesn't consider YOU so special!"

Back in the room, we cared for the infant and loved him as much as the first. He had problems with latching on and my wife ended up pumping her breasts. He was jaundiced and needed to stay longer than my wife. She crumbled with fear having to leave him in the hospital. Eventually we took him home and began a life that would be all encompasing of this little one and what special things he might need. Life would never again be the same; life even changed for my first born.

Earnie
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