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.
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