Every year we travel up to Jeremy’s hometown of Chattanooga and celebrate Christmas with his family. This year we were there for almost an entire week so we got to relax a little more than usual (read: eat more than usual) and visit more people than usual (read: eat with other people more than usual) and see the sites (read: complain about not eating at Rock City).
I think the highlight of the boy’s trip…ya know, besides getting 2.4 million monster truck gifts, was seeing Lola. Sweet Lola is the daughter of Jeremy’s childhood friends (I’ve talked about her here and here and here) and is the spitfire-est spitfire of a girl if I ever saw one. I think Will is in love. Don’t worry….he is already betrothed to Clara and Sherry and I have a no returns, no exchanges policy 🙂
We also got to give another friend’s baby some loving and she is the opposite of LJ when it comes to the hair-category. But OH THE CHEEKS. Seriously. They get even bigger when she smiles. If that is humanly imaginable.
After church we snapped a bunch of photos of the family…err….Jeremy and I with LJ. The boys were chasing the cat. It provided hours of entertainment. Poor thing.
I should have asked Jer to take off his coat. At least I got him to lower the dirty diaper out of the shot. It’s all perspective, right?!
This kid is my first Mama’s boy. Some of you may not understand this but when I was pregnant with Will, everyone would say “boys are the best, they love their mama’s!”….but he wasn’t all about me like promised. He was all about Daddy. I loved that and I understood. But it did burn at times. Like if he got a boo-boo, Daddy was the only one who could kiss it. And then Weston came. My little lover-boy Weston. Also had stars in his eyes for Daddy. Also had these moments where I wanted to be the be-all-and-end-all. And then there was LJ….who won’t leave me the heck alone 🙂 Jokes aside, I get it now. I get why those other moms out there feel like boys love their mommies. They do! Fiercely! And I can’t say that it’s easier or harder to have someone obsessed with you or obsessed with Daddy. Because there are still those burn-moments…when you feel like you have nothing left in the tank to give, or can’t soothe an ache or pain no matter how many kisses, or when you have to take a shower and you know that it will break someone’s heart. I say all that for all you mommies out there…the ones waiting for their Mama’s baby….the grass is just as green and keep kissing those boo-boo’s. I would say Will is a solid 50/50 now….it only took four years 🙂
My camera is on it’s last leg I think. It’s not broken by any means but it definitely seems like there is something wrong. I’ve had it serviced by Canon and I switch between lenses to test it but I think it’s the shutter. Too many clicks over the years. I have read quite a few articles about the thing and thinking of switching back to a cropped sensor. Anyone out there with the 6D or 7D? Anyone try it out against the Mark III?
The boys. Weston is wearing a similar outfit to last year….but last year he had blood on it because he busted his lip tie. That’s all I could think about this year….how I don’t have to worry about blood from his mouth anymore. If you want to read about that, you can by clicking here. Basically we had his lip tie lasered and it has been a great decision for us. We also had LJ’s tongue tie clipped in the hospital. Now I don’t have to worry about blood on his shirt….if only there was a procedure for getting him to not stick his hand down his diaper 🙂
A friend said that Weston is really starting to look like Will. I can see it in this photo.
Side story. I put all three of these guys in the tub. I do it all the time. Weston must have scooted too far back and was sitting on LJ’s leg and hand….LJ started reaching for something. He slipped sideways and had no way of supporting himself since Weston was on top of him….he would have fallen but Will reached his hand out and supported his neck. It all happened really fast and I had to get Weston off LJ before I could pick up LJ so Will just held his baby above the water. Nothing really happened and LJ didn’t even get water on his face…but to me, Will rescued his baby. He is getting to be so aware of things…responsible….like his Daddy. I was never that way. It just made me really proud and happy that God gave me Will as the big brother. Side story done.
The first Christmas we did was at Jer’s mom’s house.
LJ was practicing his crawling. He is so fast now. I forget how fleeting those slow-crawling moments are. Then they turn into baby race cars.
The big boys were super excited.
Jer’s grandma came. I might start crying as I say this….she is fading from us. She is one of those ladies…one really special person who is full of happy. full of kind. full of sweet. And she is fading. She is really thriving at her home…she found friends and companions at her home for folks with Alzheimer’s…but I would be lying if I didn’t say that I already missed her. She was right in front of us…same as always….loving her quirky little Christmas presents….her heart was the same but her memories….any memory of Jeremy and I and the boys….we were lost somewhere. I am so happy that she is happy. But I am so sad that the process of saying goodbye has started. And I feel it the most for Jer’s mom….I just can’t imagine. I can’t put it in words. I just know that it’s a self-less and bittersweet place to be.
On a lighter note…I used to make fun of Jeremy’s family videos because the Christmas morning’s were so quiet. In ours, we had screaming, crying, my dad grumbling about the wrapping paper and us losing parts that would make playing with our new toys impossible, my mom yelling “ONE AT A TIME!”, my little brother opening someone else’s gifts. It was like watching a hoard of zombies at a cadaver convention.
Now….I crave the quiet. I like the happy and subtle smiles and the sweet still moments of his family’s christmas. Of course…I don’t think that is in our future at our house but it’s still nice to experience when we visit GrandBee.
Will made his gingerbread house…err….train with Grammy.
Weston got in on the action. I think he had alterior motives 🙂
And at Jer’s dad’s house we were dealing with some very sick boys. Weston, LJ and Will were all coughing, sniffing messes. LJ decided that he was so excited that he wasn’t going to sleep the night before. yeah. Needless to say…we had a late start because I needed a shower and a bottle of tylenol and a Red Bull. It’s amazing that nobody is half asleep here.
LJ loved his ribbon. Best. Gift. Ever.
Overall…it was great. The boys came home with more monster trucks, more ramps, more candy, more toys than I could have even imagined. I got boot socks, gift cards, Sculpey clay, The Pioneer Woman Cookbook (!!!), the Beauty Blenders makeup sponges I wanted, and some of that homemade Grammy fudge that we all fight over.
Then we rushed home to get to our own christmas celebration! What did y’all do? Anything fun? Any memories made?