Woah, yall. 2017 has gotten kicked off fast and furiously and I’m all over here still scampering around trying to wrap up the holidays. I may have to do a photo dump style posts (for the sake of my digital scrapbook, ya know) but bear with me.
I need to update you on all things life. That currently includes new jobs, work out routines, multiple house upgrades and home decor posts and more. Suffice it to say, we’ve been a bit nuts around here.
Anyway, lest I ramble more, lets get right to it. If you read last weeks post (or a few weeks ago?) on imperfectly perfect, you know how during the month of December, I strived for perfection, failed, did a little heart check and finally fell in love with exactly where I am and where our home is. Disaster, fights and all.
Truth is, we are quite blessed. As cliche, southern, silly and simple as it sounds, we are more than blessed.
I stood in the shower today and thought (again) about the whole “imperfectly perfect” thing. I ordered me a necklace that is engraved that says the phrase, to remind me that sometimes the perfections are the imperfections and to find joy and peace in that.
As I have reflected on our holiday season and as we have fast and furiously dominated the beginnings of 2017, I keep on just being thankful.
Again, simple, but at its roots, deep. So, so thankful.
The long days, His love fills me. The messy days, His perfection completes my lack. The joyful days are all thanks to Him and on and on and on.
Below is a photo dump of our family and our Jesus’ Birthday celebrations.
We celebrated a lot. We had lots of presents and lots of fun. We had cake, time with family and presents. So many presents.
We celebrated a few nights early at my folks house. We had a big ole meal and the kids opened their gifts…by opened their gifts, I mean tore threw them like a bat out of you know where…we also ate year and a half old wedding cake to celebrate my sister and her hubs one year anniversary. It was just as good as the day they got hitched!!!
The next two photos may be my favorite from that night….
There always seem to be some uh, odd presents under the tree. I am not sure how my Dad manage to find these gems, but nonetheless, below is my brother in law sporting a pair of “Handerpants.” That link right there is an affiliate one. Go ahead, click on it and buy yourself and your friends some handerpants.
AND YALL. I am DYING laughing. I went to pull the link for the handerpants and one of the random gifts that my sister gave Annie M popped up. No surprise that the “Yodeling Pickle” and handerpants are on the same Amazon page. Also there, would be the “handicorns.” Obviously unicorn finger puppets…..I’ll stop there, but wow, that gave me a good giggle.
This next picture is one I hope I never forget. This is Daddy explaining to Brother that, “We have the same name. What this means is that the presents under the tree are not all for you.” HA!
He was kidding of course -though Brother did help himself to any gift under the tree with their name on it, and we all laughed at their serious conversation about same names.
The next day was Christmas eve. I still had a few presents to get and the Hubs wanted to go to a friends house to chop wood.
As we were getting ready to leave, an email came across our neighborhood Google group for a free Ford Power Wheel Truck. The generous neighbor left it by their driveway and it was a first come, first serve.
I promise you people do this just to stand by the window and watch the crazies run after the free stuff. I can’t blame them as if anyone saw me that day going after that thing, they would have had entertainment for weeks.
Long story short, I raced over and upon arriving, realized it was HUGE. I couldn’t get it in the car alone – but I was alone. I got one tire in, then the other and stepped back to admire my handiwork.
As I did, it started to fall out and from the other direction a neighbor friend drove up. I tried to play it cool – after all, I had won the Google group race to get to the prize first. I wiped off sweat and tried to force out sentences in between my panting.
I decided I needed to lay down the seats in the car, so next I tried that. I forgot that the car had car seats in it…ya know, for the kids that I was getting this darn car for, and so I had to put the seats back up, move the car seats and then start again.
Finally, I got the car in enough and then found a tie down in the Hubs car door. I used that to secure it in and then drove home at a barely above idle speed with the trunk open. I entertained the kids while the Hubs secretly got it in the garage.
Totally put my hair down and fluffed it before I took this selfie. Also, the filter helped to even out my red, sweaty face from the huffing and puffing.
Anyway, I was home, the Hubs got the car put away and Annie M and he headed out to chop fire wood.
You know, so we could have a fire on Christmas since it was 75 degrees out and all. 😉 The boys and I ran errands, picket up a few gifts and headed home.
AM says next time she doesn’t want to go chop wood because “it wasn’t fun and it was hard work.” She was the one in charge of carrying it to the car as Daddy chopped and she did earn her keep that day. Ha!
In all seriousness though, she was a rockstar and a huge helper. Skirt, glitter shoes and all.
We had Chick Fil A for lunch at the house before attempting quick naps and showering to get ready for Christmas Eve service. Annie M sang and was so excited to perform up front. Honestly, she was a little bummed she didn’t have a solo, but we told her she has years ahead for solo opportunities. I love her confidence.
I have no pictures of her upfront because I was kind of a ways back and because she was right behind the mic stand. You could hardly see her sweet little face from where I sat, but I could see her doing her hand motions and I know she had a blast.
After the kids sang, lets just say the boys who had not napped were in rare form. There were LOTS of other kids in the service and our Pastor encouraged families to stay. It was the kids service, but with trying to handle four, restless, excited, non-napping kids, I had to take them out. The basically spent the next half hour either wrestling, jumping on couches or in time out in the church foyer.
Upon arriving home, we talked about the meaning of Christmas, took our annual Christmas pajama picture in front of the tree and the kids got out milk, cookies (gluten free!!) and carrots for Santa and crew. We sprinkled reindeer food on the yard to help guide Rudolph in and we headed off to bed.
Santa came and brought all sorts of goodies. Honestly, we dont subscribe to any real rule. We set a budget per kid and stick to that. From Santa, each kid got a Minion coloring set, a new costume, a lego kit and a jumpy toy (pogo stick, etc.).
From us, the kids all got a set of binoculars, a new winter jacket, a few books and then two things from their lists…Annie M wanted an Elsa doll. Brother wanted cars and Moose wanted airplane stuff.
My family came over at the crack of dawn so they could be there when the kids woke up. They all arrived at 7:30 am just as everyone was stirring. We TORE threw presents and then ate our traditional Christmas morning cinnamon rolls and egg casserole.
My parents and sis and Yoyo left around noon – after we broke out the new Power Wheel toy. They knew I got it from someone in the neighborhood and that the timing was lucky – not a Christmas gift.
We put the two littles down for naps and then the big kids played while we tried to keep our eyes open.
Naps didnt last long, as soon enough, the Hubs parents and family came over. We spent the afternoon with them playing with new toys, opening a few more things and then capping off the night with Christmas dinner and our “Happy Birthday Jesus” party – giving thanks, singing, cookie cake and all.
Funny story…when I got the cake the day before, I asked the lady to write, “Happy Birthday Jesus” on it. The lady did not respond, but merely stared at me. Like stared as in she had seen a ghost.
I repeated myself and then she repeated it back to me kind of with her head cocked to the side as if she was confused or didnt hear me or something. I tried to be all, “Yay! We have a party for Jesus each year to celebrate his birth – and you cant celebrate a birthday without a cake, right!?” but my explanation didn’t go as well as planned and I think the lady thought I was off my rocker just a tad.
Each year gets more and more fun with the kids. I loved seeing Annie M participate in everything at our church and I loved watching her and Brother as they really understand and process it all. I love watching their little hearts as we get to share the story of our Saviors birth and I just love celebrating His life as we gift things to others.
It was a crazy, busy, messy, fun, tiring holiday season. It was imperfectly perfect and I am so thankful.