Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Christmas 2013.

Wow, are we blessed.  

We had such a wonderful, mellow, cold, white Christmas this year.  Just the right amount of family, friends, and cozy time together at home.  A really good blend of Jesus and Santa ;)   Far too many presents for one family.  We simply got spoiled rotten with some of the most thoughtful, wonderful gifts.  We even got to see lots of family on Skype, which is always just incredible that it is even possible and made my day even more special.

And on top of that we got visits from three different sets of friends that we don't see very often.  And honestly, living out here in the sticks, a visitor is one of the best gifts of all.   

Other little snippet highlights:

:: Ever opening presents.  Beyond rewarding this year.  Drama in a new direction than usual :)
:: Tell and all the grandkids in their cowboy hats and handkerchiefs
:: Ever pointing out "Jesus' star!!" to everyone when she spotted the brightest one out the window
:: Church. Whiny, restless kids and all :)  The church full of candles and everyone singing Silent Night always feels sacred.
:: "Mama you better get to bed because Santa will be here soon and he won't stop if you aren't asleep!!!"
:: Seeing Ever, literally, dart across the kitchen to get to her stocking at 5:30 a.m.
:: Christmas Day Yahtzee with Grama & Grampa.  Bry had never even heard of Yahtzee before and somehow has rolled a yahtzee everytime we've plaid. Seriously?
:: Family.  Near, far, here, and gone... 

It's easy to get wrapped up in the "what's" of Christmas.  What we're giving, what we're getting, what we're eating, what we're decorating with.  Our society is all about the what's and it never stops.  Somebody always has something better or prettier or bigger.  And they always will.  

But I do know this, if it all disappeared, if all we got for Christmas was a day with these incredible little people we get to call our children?  Next to salvation, we would have the greatest gift on Earth.  

:: Cozy little bundle back from some ~cold~ fresh air ::
:: Grama keeping a close eye on Isla. Isla keeping a close eye on Hayden & Rowan's monster trucks::
:: Merry Christmas Bmen -- he had fun checking his traps with Chuck & Randy on Christmas Eve ::

:: My snow girl.  She loves it. ::

:: Piper & Isla all dolled up for Jesus' birthday party ::

:: Ever couldn't wait to open her gold present under Grama & Grampa's tree - a nutcracker snowglobe ::

:: Isla with her outlaw Papa & his new-to-him .22 ::

:: It was a cowboy Christmas in Gakona this year -- guns, horses, and cowboy hats. ::

:: Big brother looking a little mischievous. ::

:: dollface ::

:: Tell's new favorite toy.  Everything is getting "chainsaw-ed" .... watch out. ::

:: Happy boy with his new planes from his Rother Aunts & Uncles ::

:: "I think Uncle Josh is Santa because he knew exactly what I wanted!"  ::
:: Grampa snapped this pic of me and Isla bird on Christmas ... I am one lucky girl. ::

Friday, December 20, 2013

Good Timing.

As I found my leggings (of all things) fitting very snugly and none of my pants fitting yesterday, I was happy to randomly stumble upon this blog post:


I whole-heartedly agree with this mom (and love her artwork!).  We women have a tendency to expect so much of ourselves, and so fast.  I try to remind myself - and others - that it took nine months to get there, and it's going to take a little bit to come back down.  And I love the sentiment of appreciating what our body has created and carried and been through.  Here's one of my favorite parts:

"I carried her in this meadow of a body for nine months.  She stretched me and rested her sweet head against my ribs.  We listened to each other late at night and tried to learn what the world would offer the two of us.  She moved her little legs when I lay still and in the end she came wailing into the world through the same c-section incision her brother did, and it was sacred.  I am not eager to erase the evidence of that for the sake of looking awesome.  I don't think we should have to ask our body to snap back into something it once was, because the fact is, after being pregnant,  it is not the thing it once was. I see so many friends who want to have children, but can't, and I think they would trade imperfection for the opportunity."

Honestly, I had hoped to "bounce back" quicker with this one.  But let's be realistic, with three young kiddos at home with me all day, there is not a lot of time right now for structured exercise.  The time will come though, I hope...

And with that in mind, I pour another glass of egg nog and embrace the holidays!  While I anxiously  check the mail, awaiting a new pair of jeans in a size up.  There's always a silver lining, right? :)

Simply because it's so stinkin' cute ... from pinterest.

Thursday, December 12, 2013


When I'm feeling particularly homesick (I tend to use the term loosely, usually meaning that I'm homesick for someone I love),  I like to try and remember the feeling of holding their hand.  I can clearly recall the feeling of about seven people's hands and one dog.

Try it.
See if you can mentally recollect how a certain person's hands feel when you hold them.
It's surprisingly soothing and comforting to the soul.  And for me, reminds me of those that are the very, very closest to my heart.

Friday, December 6, 2013

The Fox and the Child.

"Somebody told me that courtship was a strange mix between love & war."

Never heard a truer sentence.  Anyone else been feeling this way lately?  More on the war side? :)
Children's shows are so full of wisdom ....