A nostalgic Christmas
This is Mom & Dad's last Christmas at home for three years, so we packed everything up and headed to Troy for the Holidays. They had an enormous amount of snow, which meant lots of fun for us. Santa came a day early, on Christmas Eve, as Christmas was on Sunday and we planned on attending church in Potlatch, where Annie sang a solo, Brooke accompanied, and Gemma threw an epic tantrum. It started in the middle of the opening prayer, and I picked Gemma up and whisked her out of the room. Well I tried anyway. Gemma grabbed each set of window curtains and clung on like a cat (very fitting), so I had to pry her hands off multiple times. We got out of the room and headed to the van for some cool-down time. I held Gemma on my lap for 20 minutes, trying to calm her down. I tried to get her to count to 10, sing primary songs, and blow out the finger candles. Nothing worked, and my ears were ringing from all the screaming, so I set Gemma in the middle row of the van, grabbed my phone...