January: Is it totally horrible that I have no idea what we did during this month? I mean, January is so blah. I am pretty sure we were just lost in our routine, hanging out at home, and watching Witten grow. Nothing extraordinary, but still pretty great.
I'm pretty sure all that I did that month was pack/unpack. I'm never moving again, especially with a baby. It was not fun, but it was worth it. There was also Easter in that month, I should probably mention that right?
July: I try to stay home as much as possible during July and August, because it is oppressively hot. We still managed to get out some to go swimming, celebrate 4th of July, and eventually send Alana back to school to start the first grade.
August: Ava turned 4 and started preschool on the same day, and I tried to avoid outdoor activities (besides inevitable yardwork from the grass that I finally managed to grow!).
September: Alana started soccer, the weather cooled down to only 90 degrees, football season started, and we settled into our school routine.
October: Alana turned 7 and somehow convinced me to let her have two parties, there was two weeks off of school for fall break, we went to Disney Princesses on Ice and David turned thirty-something on the same day, Alana lost half of her teeth, I went to the pumpkin patch for field trips two days in a row, and of course Halloween.
November: School, work, routine, soccer finally ended and Alana was sad about it, we went and saw Frozen, I may have put up our Christmas tree, and Thanksgiving.
December: Christmas plays, Christmas cookies, Christmas decorations, Anchorman 2 (arguably the best thing in this list) and Christmas.
If you made it through all that, congratulations, you deserve a medal. But really, you're the lucky one...