Salt in a wound

So these last two weeks have not been the best for me, and my family.  Well really it's the whole last half of the year, with my grandma's death, and my grandpa's death.  Then came this month just to pour salt in the wound.

  My sister called me after Thanksgiving to inform me that she and her family were going to move to North Carolina.  What the?  Yeah, apparently Aaron is got a promotion and they are off to the other side of the country.  It will be a good opportunity for them, and their family, but it sucks for me. And we all know it is all about me!  I will miss them so much.  Not that they were that close being in Colorado, but at least I could drive to see them in less than a day.  Now....... not so much.

 

 Then the other bad news came.  My dad was diagnosed with an aggressive Colon Cancer.  As I am writing this I am having a hard time not crying.  They took out part of his colon, and we are praying that it was caught in time.  This is the second cancer he has had in less than four years, and it has been really hard. 

   We are trying to look at all the blessing that we have.  This picture was taken this last weekend.  We drove down just for the day before dad had his surgery.  We decorated their Christmas tree and drove them nuts.  Allison said "make sure you get pictures with the kids and dad".  She is right.  You always think they will be there forever, so you don't think about taking pictures.

 Has December been all bad? No of coarse not. 

As my friend Shanwnee says "it helps to have little ones when you are sad".  This little man is so funny.  He has been acting like a dog, picking things up with his mouth and carrying them around.  He will be walking soon, probably the next time I write.  Time flies, even when your not having fun.

 We tried to do some fun things this month in between the crazy.  We made these cookies, that looked really bad, and tasted even worse.

 They were supposed to look like melted snowmen, but they didn't.

 They just ended up looking creepy and I mean it when I say they tasted horrible.  Not even Dillon would eat them.

 I did some crafting of coarse.  Here is my wreath made of dowels.

 Dillon was in the school play.  I guess every year the 3rd graders puts on  a play.  This year the play was "A Sombrero For Santa", it was actually a really cute play. 

 He got to be an elf, and had a speaking part which out of four 3rd grade classes was no small feat. 

 Elleree and Truman got to see Santa and sit on his lap.  They even got a candy cane for their trouble.  So no, this month has not been all bad, and I know that we are very blessed.  It has just been hard, but then as my dad always says "the path of least resistance is what makes men and rivers crooked".