Every year we pack up the presents, the highchair, the lovies and sound machine and a whole lotta Christmas jammies and head north to Jeremy’s hometown of Chattanooga. It’s very different feeling than here. It’s a different feeling to me than my family growing up…which was loud and chaotic and big personalities and even bigger meals. It’s slower and gentler somehow. I don’t know if it’s because of the people that are present…or the place…or just because we aren’t home with a looming to-do list over our heads. If presents aren’t wrapped for someone back home…there isn’t anything we can do about it. If our guest bathroom is dirty…nobody except us knows. If the dishes are dirty in the sink…that’s where they will lay until the dish-fairy gets them done or we return home. We have what we have and we block out everything else. A few days until Santa is slated to arrive, we head up (usually late because I have forgotten to pack the Children’s Tylenol or to bring the crucial-must-have-Christmas-shirt) and we visit with both sets of in-laws…eat and sleep and visit and catch up. It’s a change of pace…one that I am so thankful for because the holidays are so crazy.
This year we did Christmas with Jeremy’s mom and grandma first. His mom got a skinny tall tree this year and I am kinda obsessed with getting a couple next year like that for the dining room. I don’t know why but I am a huge fan of trees everywhere. I need to live in the forest in the winter months. An evergreen forest in a warmish climate…because ya know…I am a fan of climate control.
This was Weston’s first real Christmas. Well….last year technically was his first…but he was only a month old and was barely opening his eyes and he probably thought the fat guy who brought the good stuff was me. This year he thought that the tree was just a place that held the balls for throwing…and that the whole thing was confusing…one minute we are telling him not to touch the presents, the next we are expecting him to tear into them with no abandon.
He prompted him to tear some paper…but it really wasn’t the interesting thing…
That title belonged to the bows. OH THE BOWS.
This Christmas we all pitched in and got Jer’s mom an iPad mini. I think she was a little surprised but it’s sortof like a half present to ourselves because now it means that she can see the boys more regularly via FaceTime.
And Jer’s grandma still has the best reactions to any presents she gets. I swear you could buy her a pack of tube-socks and she would act like she just won a million dollars.
Next year this picture will have THREE boys! Ahhh!
The next day we did Christmas at Jer’s dad (I call him Pastor Dad) and Vicki’s house. That morning we all went to church so that is why we are looking so fly…or at least one of us are…
Weston was mad that he no longer had his close-up. Such a diva.
After lunch and all the sitting & burping that follows, we sat down to open even more cars and trucks….I mean…presents…
This was the general reaction. If it has wheels…we now own it. Oh and Will got his first Nurf gun. My lampshades are toast.
Far and above the biggest surprise was that Jeremy brought my big Christmas present with him to Chattanooga. I was completely surprised and thankful. I think I may have said Holy Nutcracker in front of everyone. I am the type that would rather print out photos and handwrite each blog post and walk them to the mailman to be hand delivered each day because technology is always changing and is sometimes really hard for me to keep up with. Jeremy is the best kind of cheerleader of me as ‘a blogger’ because he really wants me to try to produce the best kind of content and work as efficiently as possible…so that I can do more with my time (as a chronic-do-er-all-the-time-r, working hard all the time is like music to my ears) so for the past couple years we discussed converting over to Macs (mostly for the photography aspect) but I told him over and over that I was afraid of the learning curve and picking out a computer that would fit my needs. He consulted with a few Machead friends before picking this refurbished bad boy out and now I am in the process of setting it all up for future use! I know. He’s the best.
The rest of the time was filled with cheer of the Christmas variety.
The annual gingerbread house with Grammy…
Our last day was really brief…we did a little shopping (I bought a couple coat hook racks for our ‘mud room’ area) and the boys had a grand time with all their new remote control toys. I think that we are gonna be putting away three of the four remote controlled vehicles for when the other one inevitably breaks.
But seriously…just look at this face when he is racing these cars….
Santa really delivered this year 🙂
He especially came through when it came to giving me some cuties to photograph 🙂
Speaking of which…Marky Mark really needs a tune-up…do yall recommend sending him in to Canon or do you know of anyone that is trustworthy and fast to make repairs to a Mark II?
On Christmas Eve we said our goodbyes and headed for home, but not without a lot of big hugs and kisses….hopefully the next time we see these folks I will be bursting at the seams or have a newborn in my arms!