Shhhhhhh. Don't peek....
This year we were treated (by some still-secret family) to a wonderful Twelve Days of Christmas Secret Santa. I wish I had had my wits about me enough to take pictures, but, I did not. Our Secret Santa started with a great poem about how this was fun for them. They did not want to be caught - so no peeking out the windows. All twelve nights we found a different gift on our doorstep - sometimes by dark, sometimes very late at night. Sometimes they were for the whole family, sometimes it was for one person in the family, sometimes it was for the kids, sometimes just for James and me. Our secret Santa knew all our names, ages, favorite candy, and our sense of humor. The gifts were thoughtful, personal, whimsical and sweet. Our family feels very loved indeed. What a great example of service, and of the true Spirit of Christmas.
And to whom-ever-you-are: I saved all your poems and I intend to steal all your ideas to make another family feel that same love next Christmas. Thank you Secret Santa. Thank you.
26 December 2008
Shhhhhhh. Don't peek....
For Christmas Eve, we went to see the lights in a town about twenty minutes south of us. I took a bunch of pictures that didn't turn out, and this is one of the train is the only one worth sharing. It was a nice display, about two miles long and Free! Merry Christmas to us, right? Plus, candy canes at the end...
20 December 2008
Samantha vetured out early and made an amazing discovery - a piece of ice in the shape of Arkansas!
19 December 2008
I was out and about tonight. I'm sure I would not have turned heads; it was one of those days - kids home, friends over, plenty to do, wet dogs, you get the idea...So there I was, with two of my daughters (also looking mismatched and stained; they had been playing hard all day...) and we were waiting for a pizza to take home. Two other boys there with their mom were putting quarters in the little pinball machine and having fun. My daughters were watching with rapt attention. I had already told them no, I'm not giving you a quarter; the pizza will be ready soon and we'll go home. The boys played the machine twice each before their pizza was ready and their Mom said it was time to go. Without a blink, the older of the two boys turned to my five year old daughter and handed her two quarters. Here, he said. We have to go, it's your turn to play. I said to him, No, honey, your Mom would want that money back, and the Mom, not standing two feet away, heard her sons and my conversation and said, No, it's fine. Your girls can play, if it's okay with you. I didn't argue. I just said, Thank you, to the Mom and then Thank you to the boy. How sweet. How generous. How innocent. How Christ-like. Thank You.
18 December 2008
I must admit that I am not one of those whole-hog Christmas people. I do not start playing Christmas music right after Thanksgiving; I do not decorate our house to the nines; I do not have treats for the bus drivers, mailmen, and veterinarians that make my life easier. What I do have, this time of year, is a deep respect for the traditions I remember from childhood and a hope that my kids will take from these innocent and golden years some wonderful memories of holiday cheer. We have a tree and a few bits of Christmas around the rest of the house. We are collecting special ornaments to celebrate talents and events. We make treats for our teachers and friends. We will go see the lights in the park and drive through some neighborhoods to take in the light displays. We read a Christmas book every night before bed and we will end this on Christmas Eve with the nativity story in Luke 2. We cleaned out our toy collection and donated to the local collections for needy kids. We shopped for James' angel tree at work and talked about how we have to help people and live our testimonies. Santa will still come, but, he is a kind, generous man who gives because he loves children. The holiday is still about the birth of our Savior, Jesus Christ, and the never-ending love and gifts that He gives to us. Merry Christmas, everyone.
16 December 2008
14 December 2008
James just had a birthday. He says he turned 21, so we'll go with that number... The kids gave him a new set of wrenches and a tool box. He actually had the day off, so we let him have it - all day he played his games and was waited on by the ladies. We even went out to eat, James-style, which means I go get it and bring it back home to eat. The week before his birthday, James' Dad took just the two of us out to a great restuarant where the waiters bring huge hunks of meat to your table and carve it right there for you. Amazing stuff. They also brought around grilled pineapple that was like candy. This shot of James in the cowboy hat is great, isn't it? This is his western rough and ready look - the bearded outlaw - with the winning smile!
Rachel just finished the D.A.R.E. program at school (fifth grade). For more information on the program, go to www.dare.org. The whole fifth grade, which is about 400 kids total, assembled in the gymnasium for graduation. They sang a song to the parents, three kids read their essays and each student walked across the stage and received a certificate, shook hands with the Instructor/Police Officer, their Principal, and the Mayor of our town. It took a while, yes, but, the point was the commitment of the kids to themselves, their school and to their community. Rachel, and all the other kids, had to write an essay on what they learned in the class and compose a pledge for themselves. Rachel wrote, "I, Rachel, pledge that will never do drugs and I will live drug free." Amen.
Josephine is in HIPPY (a home-based preschool program that has group meetings once a month) and this month we had a Christmas Party. I must say that I am glad to see that some organizations are still willing to call this time of year Christmas. It wasn't a Winter Party, or something generic, it was a full blown Christmas party with Santa and all the trimmings. Sorry, to all my Jewish readers, but, I'm sure that if your party is meant to celebrate your Jewish traditions and culture, you would want it the same way, right? That's a Hanukkah party, not a Holiday Festival. Let's call an apple an apple. But, I digress...
Josephine is the first of our kids to actually sit on Santa's lap. She walked right up there and smiled for the camera and told Santa she wanted a "swim baby". What a big girl. December 2008
10 December 2008
Snoozing in the big car seat - and a new trick - up on his knees - one step closer to climbing out of his crib!
09 December 2008
Before you hit play, scroll to the bottom of the page and turn off the blogmusic. Thanks for the link, Amy!
This cute kid quote should be titled Cute Big Kid Quote, since she is now ten years old. The other day we needed to go "to town" and get some errands done, and one of the stops for the day was to Bath and Body Works to pick up something for our friend. When we got to the mall, Rachel said, "Mom, don't forget; we have to get that stuff from Bath and Body Wash."
02 December 2008
Cute Kid Quote of the Day goes to two of the little kids I babysit, we shall call them A* (almost 2) and M* (3 1/2).
A*: Sissy is right here.
Their Dad: Yes, she is A*. You are talking so much. M*, did you teach A* how to talk?
M*: I didn't mean to, Dad.
01 December 2008
James has started young with Jay in teaching him how to dance. This is definitely one of those talents we hope Jay gets from his Dad, along with so other great strengths of James', like athletic ability, perfect eyesight, ease with strangers, passion and fearlessness about those people and opinions he holds dear, sense of adventure and a playful nature. I love all these qualities in James, and I can't wait to see how much like his Dad Jay (and his sisters, the Ladies) will be.