I finally got around to downloading our christmas photos. I know this is January 10th and after December 31st, all christmas posts are considered late and irrelevant by Facebook standards…forgive me. Hopefully seeing 89 photos of Will can make up for it
xo – k
Please forgive me for posting the following as it is just one beast of an ode to Christmas and Will. Eighty-nine photos is a lot to bear. Just consider it part of your New Year’s weight loss resolution…your index finger is getting one heck of a workout
xo – kb
Now on to the commentary…
Before we left to visit family in Chattanooga, I went into CHRISTMAS MONSTER MODE. You may know it. My eyes turned red. My hands were a tornado of wrapping presents, cleaning counters, transferring laundry, packing bags and setting tables. I was not leaving home unless every SINGLE thing was ready for us to celebrate christmas when we returned. Every gift had to be wrapped and under the tree. Every bed had to be made. Every dish in it’s spot. Every. thing. had. to. be. perfect.
And then I realized that that was impossible to do it all. and do it all on time.
Our 4 pm leave time got pushed back to 6 pm…then to 8 pm…then finally we left around 9:30pm. I assumed that Will would sleep in the car. Wrong. He stayed up the entire 3 hour drive. So that really taught me a lesson about becoming the Christmas Monster.
Will likes to fake cough. It’s because Jer sounds like he is coughing when he clears his throat….so now Will fake coughs all the time. At least he covers his mouth…except for that one time when I was making muffins
Jeremy turned 35 this past year. He didn’t want any big-to-do about it…mostly because next year is the BIG ONE. I say that with as much emphasis as humanly possible writing with all caps…next year he turns 36. On 12-12-12. See all that craziness? Yeah. I’ve been calling it the trifecta year. We are gonna party like its 1999. Except not – because that would ruin the trifecta business. I need to start party planning, like, um, right now.
Anyhoo. Nurse Vicki (Jer’s stepmom) made him this cake. Personal note – this icing took a ridiculous amount of effort and was well worth it in the end. Another personal note – this is Jer’s embarrassed face…he makes it when people are paying a lot of attention to him. I love this face. The one with the hand – not the attacking cake face
Nurse Vicki had these adorable snowman ornaments that lit up…Will was obsessed. He would take them off the tree and then put it back on in a better spot. I like to think he was redecorating…a la mini Nate Berkus.
Next year crafting will be more fun…this year, it’s more like don’t-eat-the-glue-toddler-time.
I brought a bunch of stuff with us to make cookies with Will. He loves to cook. I’ve mentioned that before. And he was all about it.
Sugar cookies were the wrong choice. They were way too hard to manipulate.
Thankfully Vicki had some gingerbread. Those ones turned out adorable.
Sugar cookies? Not so much. They burned a little and turned into parallelograms…or quadrilaterals…or whatever. Either way – total fail.
Decorating was the funnest part. I love making holiday memories like these. I feel like creating Christmas – well, it’s important. Christmas can be just another day to adults…but to children, it can be pure magic….and as a parent, I feel like it’s part of my job to create opportunities for Will to feel that magic. I want him to know that this holiday is special…and when things are special, we celebrate. And sometimes celebration means SUGAR! or cookies with sprinkles.
Peanut butter cookies with dark chocolate kisses….seriously addictive.
My reindeer cookie looks obscene. He makes it very awkward for the gingerbread men.
Will helping put presents under the tree….loves to help…
Also loves to pull off your socks…which can be quite annoying…and cold.
I love this little outfit. The too-small little-man cardigan with tie…so cute. I swear that toddler girls have all the luck when it comes to clothing – soo many options – soo much cuteness….but when it comes to boys threads, it’s hard…and then there will be that one sparkling diamond in all that rough…and this is my little Christmas gem.
Pastor Dad – another sparkling christmas gem
This photo cracks me up. He got the hunting gear as gifts and we made him pose…we are good kids like that
The next morning we did Will’s Christmas….after teaching him how to operate Angry Birds.
and after an amazing breakfast – that included BACON!
Sometimes stepping on the gift is as much fun as opening it
Will was so excited about getting this truck from Uncle Torrey that he just pushed it around in the box.
So proud of his tool belt. He walked around checking his pager. I swear at one point he looked at it and went “UHRooo!” – you know…Tim the toolman Taylor style
Fixing the box where he stepped on it.
This truck cracked us up – it talked and launched balls. and danced. because that is what trucks do these days.
We always seem to take too many photos. It’s funny how it’s part of us now as a society. Everything documented. Everything captured. I admit – I am the worst culprit…I’ve been drinkin that camera-kool-aid.
Oh did I mention that I made chocolate mustaches for us? Yeah. Because every family needs a stache. I love how Will knew what to do…and Torrey looks good…kinda like a dectective
After we finished our marathon of photo-taking, we packed up and headed to Jer’s mom’s house for lunch and more christmas!
Will loved the birds on the tree. Now that I think about it…it might have something to do with Angry Birds.
Torrey gave Jer a watch. He had been walking around with a broken watch for about two years now…but it was habit to put it on and I never thought to have it fixed or replace it. Duh.
Jer also got this cool mask and cape.
Not really – that was Wills…but he was a little scared of it
Will also got this suitcase on rollers for all his cars. The kid is obsessed with cars. I took it as a personal mission this Christmas to find him the coolest Matchbox cars made…which is really quite hard when it comes down to it. Grand B went with the more-the-merrier approach….Willl totally approved
Will also got a Lightening McQueen and Francesco…he has yet to see that movie but I don’t think he cares.
Will was helping Uncle Torrey. Actually he outright stole that sucker.
Sweet I’m sorry I stole your present kisses
Then it was time to go. Too much to do and too little time…as always, right?
So we said our goodbyes and gave lots more hugs and kisses.
We loaded him in and ten minutes of driving later, he was out. He hadn’t slept well the nights we were there…so I’m sure it was all catching up to him. But that was our Christmas in Chattanooga…a whirlwind of fun….and memories…and family…and friends…I didn’t even mention the friends…and just plain goodness.