Hey, y'all -
Christmas 2017, we didn't have furniture in the new house, and just about everything we owned was boxed up in the old one, so it didn't make sense to add a tree to the mix. Instead, I gave Laney and her good friend Amya a box of lights and a roll of duct tape and told them to do their best work.
Hagen went through a pretty strong Jewish phase last year. Of all the holiday songs he learned at school, he responded to the Hanukkah ones the most. He made dreidels out of scrap wood in the garage. At the school's holiday sing-along, the kids were told they could wear their pajamas and stand anywhere they wanted. While most kids stood at the front of the room, Hagen stood right next to me, doing a dead-on impression of a menorah on the 8th night of Hanukkah. He was very method. Maybe he'll grow up to be a roboticist rabbi.
We had lots of fun in the snow with friends, and your dad and I even cross country skied to one of our lunch dates.
We told Hagen he could pick anything in the world to do for his birthday, so he chose a night out at a sports bar.
A few nights later, we got to attend his favorite social event of the year: the tree-burning party at Miss Julie's house.
The kitchen window at the new house overlooks the front yard, and one morning, I looked out and discovered that Laney had talked her dad into building an igloo. Laney and Hagen packed snow bricks into plastic tubs and Thor shaped them with a snow shovel.
HOW does your dad know how to construct a structurally sound igloo? I don't know.
Then - of course, because there's never been a Burbach who could resist a building project, no matter how unnecessary - Grandpops joined the crew. (Please note: I'm typing this a year later, and there are rooms in our actual house that don't have trim, but I HAVE had a by-God igloo in my yard and a camper in my backyard that your dad bought on Craigslist for $300 and the materials to make a viking boat in my garage and a trailer at the lake that we'll get back to shortly).
But look at that face - full of third grade enthusiasm. And look at Laney, too!
We decided not to let our unfinished kitchen or the fact that we didn't own a couch deter us from having an insanely fun Christmas party.
By the next blog post, I'll be caught up to the correct year. Progress!
Love,
Mom
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