Tidings of Great Joy!

 Since school has been out, we've been staying as busy as we want to be.  Which means, we've spent some long mornings in our PJs and lots of time with our family and friends!

Headed to the library one afternoon.  He is getting so good at puzzles and is never short of an imagination either!

 I think this year, John Thomas celebrated Christmas at least five times: school, with Nana Gay, home, his grand parents...  It is easily his favorite holiday thus far :).

 My brother and his kiddos were also able to come up this year.  So Gramma was very busy cooking and we were all busy soaking up the family time!

 We also ventured to Shadrack's to see the light show this year.  Of course, everyone else in East Tennessee had the same idea--so it turned into a three hour road trip.  If I'm being honest, there a few not-so-holiday-spirited exchanges as we were all crammed into my car for the "three hour tour."  Now I'm humming Gilligan's Island!

 It was well worth the drive and wait, and I hope to add this to our list of Christmas traditions!

 My poor brother, who is 6'4", had to sit in the third row of my car.  Ha ha!  I mean, I really hated that for him and I appreciate his ability to take one for the team :).

Me and my lil honey bear before the candlelight service at church.  

The family on our best behavior.

 What it was actually like around my house over the holidays!

 Christmas morning was awesome!  John Thomas loved Santa's gift and everything else he opened, including his new pajamas!

 Love the hair!

 He'll be ready for camping in the Spring, with his new sleeping bag!

After Christmas, I was in desperate need of a quiet getaway.  So I trekked to Fall Creek Falls.  I had the park to myself, except for the ten deer that I ran into.

 I think I could have stayed all day, except it was starting to snow.

 It wouldn't be a real adventure unless I got a little turned around on the trail and ended up hiking twice as far as I had intended.  By the time I got back to my car, this is what my boots looked like.

 Since Christmas, I've been keeping busy hanging with friends.  Went to see Les Miserables.  It's almost 3 hours long and only about an hour of it is worth watching.  I have also spent some time with my neighbor, Katie.

 And, I decorated John Thomas' big boy room with his big boy bed!

Last night was his first night in his new bed and he didn't get up once!  But this is how he looked before he woke up this morning.  Notice the pillows have been thrown about and his animals are all over the place.  I hope for his future wife's sake, he learns to be a little more tranquil in his sleep over the next 20+ years.  

The next part of the blog is about my New Year's resolution.  Read at your own peril. :)

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So after my solo hiking trip, which gave me lots of time to think and clear my head, I know what I have to resolve to do for New Years and for myself.  And, it ain’t gonna be easy.  This year, I am letting go of my fears.  Okay, okay not all my fears.  Let’s be honest, God put the fear of spiders or snakes or that scary guy with a mask in an unmarked white van in us for a reason.  There are fears that motivate and fears that petrify.  I’m focusing on the fears that keep me from being the person that God wants me to be.  Truth be told, there are more of them than I care to put a label on, but I need to put a few out there so that the handful of my blog followers can help hold me accountable.

1     1.  I am afraid that I am going to grow old all by myself.  Not that there is anything wrong with being alone—I would just prefer to find someone to share life with.

2     2.  I am afraid that I will never let myself love again.  In the interest of protecting my heart, I might try to sabotage even the best relationship so that I don’t get hurt.

3     3.  I fear that John Thomas will find someone to replace me with too.

4     4.  I am afraid of looking weak.  Therefore when people, even close friends and family, look at me with pity in their eyes it makes me want to scream.  In fact, when I look overwhelmed, please don’t feel sorry for me.  Instead, tell me to put on my big girl britches and ditch the fantastic pity party I have thrown for myself.

5    5.  I care too much about what others think.  I want to look strong (#4) because I care how you perceive me.  This might be the most dangerous of all my fears, because it is the one most likely to keep me from being true to myself.

In the interest of peeling back the mask, here is the real me.  No make-up, in a hat without a cute kid in the photo to distract you.

 

I am still a tomboy at heart, although I can clean up real nice.  I’d pick watching a basketball game over shopping almost any day.  I still get the newspaper in my paper box and use a phone book.  I like to talk about nerdy stuff like books and movies.  I am almost always trying to be funny, but 90% of the time I have to end my sentences with “I was trying to be funny.”  I have a close relationship with God most of the time.  Here lately, I’ve even caught myself listening to a sermon or two on the radio.  But I still make uncharacteristically horrible decisions.  Sometimes I feel lonely—even in a room full of friends.  I like to eat good food, dance, drink, sing, play games.  I loathe losing.  My closest friends and family see me without make-up more often than they prefer.  Most of the time I love my job.  I hate waste.  I choose quality over quantity in every respect and I am still learning to love myself again.  

I hope that as midnight rolls around tomorrow night, you all find yourself exactly where you hoped you'd be.  More importantly, my wish for each of you is for a blessed 2013 and a year that is memorable for all the right reasons.   

We Wish You a Merry Christmas!

It is so hard to believe that this is the last post before Christmas!  I have no idea where this semester has gone, but I will be especially grateful when next Friday rolls around and we'll have a few extra days to rest and enjoy the season.  

 It's always hard to know what to get John Thomas for Christmas for many reasons.  My wish for him is that he grows up understanding the true meaning of Christmas.  That it is about a gift we have already been given, Jesus.  That it is about spending time with family and friends and sharing laughter, love and joy while making new memories.  That being said, I have some pretty reliable intel that Santa will be stopping here next Monday night and there will be a thrilled little boy on Christmas morning! 

 So in the quest for growing out John Thomas' hair, it has made for some rather entertaining bath time doos!  His hair grows straight out, so it pretty much will be sticking out until it gets long enough and heavy enough to lie down.  After taking these pics, I kinda chuckled thinking that this top style might be him in his teenage years.

 I'm thinking this could be his college years.  I mean, I hope not--but he is related to me so he's bound to have a few bad hair years. :)  (For evidence, I'd like to cite all my school pictures from 1st-8th grade.)

 Late twenties or early thirties? By the way, he's trying to whistle.  LOVE THIS BOY!

 He's had tons of fun lately!  Last weekend, Charlotte dropped by for some playtime.  They played all morning and had a blast!  We also got to hang out with Kinsley this week too!  So glad these kiddos are all growing up together!

 It doesn't get much better than Legos with Gramma and Poppy!

 Christmas shopping with Gramma and Mommy.  Better yet, riding the train with Gramma and Mommy!  Choo Choo!  By the way, riding that undersized mall train is on the list of things I never realized I'd do before I became a mother :).

John Thomas took this picture!  Not bad for a two year old!

I know I speak for many people when I say my heart broke for the families in Newtown, CT this week.  I think of Christmas presents under the trees that will go unopened, just like their families' hopes and dreams will go unrealized.  I tear up now just thinking about it.  I know of no way to console such a loss.  There is no way to rationalize it.  It is unthinkable.  All I know is that it is a grave and tragic reminder to relish in the everyday.  Soak up the sleepy boy that sometimes asks to stay in bed as I'm getting him ready for school.  Savor the small hand that still hangs on to my finger when we're walking around.  Delight in the little boy that has stolen my heart and brings joy to his whole family.

Cutting Loose

 My sweet sweet little boy!

 Over Thanksgiving weekend, John Thomas finally got his first official haircut.  By official, I mean that someone with a license, shears, and a cash register actually cut his hair.  I think the biggest obstacle was getting him to wear the cape.  All the super hero talk in the world, wouldn't convince this boy to wear a cape.  Thankfully Poppy was there getting his haircut too, so it helped to alleviate all his angst.  Or most of it anyway :).

 I was sooo excited that this year we'd have Thanksgiving as a family.  Wouldn't you know that John Thomas came down with a 24 hour stomach bug at 2:30 Thanksgiving morning.  Needless to say, he and I spent a very quiet and exhausting Thanksgiving together trying to recover.  I HATE when he is so sick, but I love how sweet and snuggly he is when he is so pitiful.

 I also used the holiday weekend to get the Christmas decorations out.  I think this year's tree might be my most memorable ever!  It's the first tree that I've ever seen that has a waistline :).  I guess it's kinda quirky just like me.

In searching for some lost decorations, I ended up cleaning out two closets.  Found some stuff I forgot I had, and found even more stuff I need to get rid of.  

 John Thomas liked the bandanna unearthed.  Do you think he could pull off Axel Rose for Halloween next year?

 We also added a singing and dancing monkey to this year's decorum.  At first everyone was unsure, including Chester.

But eventually we were all "Rocking Around the Christmas Tree"!

 When everyone was fully recovered from the bug, we headed to Gramma and Poppy's for some leftovers.  I think that Thanksgiving leftovers might be better anyway!  I am so glad that these two will have more time together!

 With the weather being so beautiful, of course we've spent some time at the park!

 The many silly faces of John Thomas.  1. Sweet and cute

2.  Sweet and pitiful

 3. Sweet and super cheesy :D

 John Thomas is only five months away from his third birthday.  I'm not sure what age is appropriate for assigning chores, but he loves to be helpful.  He wants to take the trash to the curb (with my help) and bring it back to the house.  He wants to feed Chester every night, but usually tries to sneak a kibble or two for himself--so we still have to work on that one.

This weekend, I went to the second annual Sarah C. Photography Pintrest Party.  We made two very cute Christmas decorations, ate some super delicious Pintrest-inspired recipes and got some oh-so-fun  and crafty girl time in!

Hotel Kirkpatrick

They are finally here!!!  Gramma and Poppy kissed Green Bay and its arctic winter goodbye last week and made the (hopefully permanent) move to Knoxville.  They had to stay with us until their furniture arrived and (more importantly to my Dad) their cable connected.  So for a week our house had three adults, a toddler, three dogs and a cat.  We loved every furry second of it!

 It has been lots of fun and all kinds of silly around the house over the past week or so.

 We've had to rake leaves TWICE!  Even though he has his very own rake, I would say he was more of an unraker this year.  Every pile I made, he unmade almost as fast.  But he had tons of fun and he looked cute doing it, so I guess I'll keep him on the payroll. :)

 I discovered that getting him to ride in the wheelbarrow was the best way to harness his "assistance".

 Of course he had to help Poppy do so man-chores to ready their apartment.  Who knew you could switch the door hinges on refrigerator and freezers so that they'll open in the opposite direction?

 John Thomas is getting sillier by the day!  The other night after dinner, he disappeared into his room to come out singing "Dat Da Dah DAAAHH" with the emptied waste basket on his head.

 Shortly there after, he decided to wear his foam letters like a belt.  Actually he twirled around and called himself a ballerina, but I didn't want to encourage my little twinkle toes too much.

 It wasn't long before he had convinced Gramma to join in on his silliness.

 Before I knew it, it was a parade of wacky dogs, Gramma, and John Thomas all around the house.  It was awesome having them at the house!  We ate well, had all kinds of fun, and spent lots of quality time together.

Among the many blessings we have to be grateful for this Thanksgiving, having my parents back in the same area code is definitely at the top of our list.  We hope that you all have a yummy and wonderful Turkey Day and we are thankful for all our loved ones near and far this year and always!