forward movement
i’m coming off of a week of sheer excellence with my family. when we drove away from my parent’s home yesterday, i wiped tears from my eyes because our time together had been THAT GREAT. the holidays are always hectic for us, chaotic and stressful, but for whatever reason, the time that my little family of three (with one in the oven) had in my parent’s home was cozy, comfortable, and easy.
we played. we slept. we laughed. we ate. and then we played some more, because that’s what three year olds require of you. and it was wonderful. all of it.
so we move forward. we come home. we take down our tree. we look at 2012 calendars and then pause to relish in this moment for just a second more. then we keep moving on… because we have a lot to look forward to.
practice
jackson has a christmas concert in 2 weeks.
i would rehearse the songs with him, but i don’t want to make jackson feel bad with my perfect pitch.
paul would rehearse the songs with him, but paul is tone deaf.
trust me, it’s better this way. for everyone.
it should be noted that my child is making his southern parents proud with his JANGLE BELLS JANGLE BELLS… JANGLE AWWWWL THE WAY…
i’m failry certain that gains him some extra biscuits in his stockin’ or sumthin.
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when your heart and belly are full
you know that feeling of a nice long holiday weekend whereby you eat and sleep and nap and eat again and snuggle… rinse and repeat? and then you snoop through the weekend album of photos on your iphone and take a moment… because it was such a great weekend and a great holiday. and you find yourself thankful all over again.
because little faces like this one end up spending more time in your bed than usual, especially when they run a fever and have a scratchy, raspy voice from a cough that breaks your heart into a million pieces.
and that little face, that’s going to be a big brother in 4 + months, seems to be aging so much quicker than you could’ve ever imagined. you watch him pick out ornaments for his first family christmas tree. and then you realize that it’s your first family christmas tree too.
and then you eat. you share food and pass plates and ooohh and aaahh over how delicious the meal is that you are sharing with those you love. so you make more, with the help of your favorite kitchen assistant.
the next thing you know, an elf is skeptically welcomed into your home and your son takes a hold of your brother’s heart so much so that he relives his own childhood while playing with superheroes.
and just when you think you cannot possibly fit one more delectable delight in your belly, and you fear your heart will explode from the gratitude you feel, you realize that you have another little life on her way. and it dawns on you that you will always be able to make room for more goodness.
almost forgot
we totally went to disney last weekend.
we ate corn dogs that were the size of our heads, and mickey mouse ice cream bars while telling jackson stories about his uncle b losing his first tooth in one.
we watched the parade together, as a family, and i cried because that’s what magic does to pregnant women.
jackson met his hero.
no big deal.
Have a Sip
