Breathe Out

Someone once told me that when you go on a vacation, it takes about 2 days to settle and and relax- having finally adjusted to a slower pace– leaving your crazy life behind. With Christmas 5 days past, I think I have finally settled into the ho-hum slow pace that I, like most, desperately needed. I am enjoying having my children home. We have no schedule, no plans- in fact I had to open my Outlook calendar to see what day it was. There is no driving to activities, rushing to school, projects, waking sleeping babies up early to rush back to school, or homework and it is nice. Real nice.  It makes me wish that our calendars could remain less full the rest of the year. Why I feel the need to fill them up with dance lessons, swimming, piano, gym appointments and the such…. I often times wonder.

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Camping

It was a first. Mike took the girls camping last night. They met up with some other dads and kids and had a ball-   sleeping bags, smores, bonfire, guitars, golf carts, friends, and fun. The girls had no showers, no vegetables, lots of sugar, freezing temps and staying up late. They loved it! Both wanted to spend a second night in the woods. Are these really my children?

Yes, that would be a quail she is holding. This mama was glad to have her babies home and had them take long showers tonight.

With A Hanley Here and A Hanley There

One of the many fringe benefits of this joyous season, is visiting with dear friends. Not through the telephone or text, but the good ol’ fashioned way. Driving to them.
 
My oldest friend, Mary Heather {better known as Aunt Muffy to my girls} flew from Seattle with her infant son and husband who was in a wheelchair recovering from hip surgery.. and get this, on Christmas Eve. Talk about a brave new Mama! Sweet Hanley is 4 months old and as angelic as he can be. I am secretly hoping she forgets him at the airport this morning so I can swoop in and claim him as my own.
 
 

We went to my Aunt Bunny’s house for dinner with 6 children under the age of 9. I profusely apologized for the chaos but Aunt Bunny not only seemed unphased by it, but loved it. What are Great Godmothers for!

 
I practically grew up at Mary Heather’s house. Our parents were (and still are) best friends, and she and I spent many hours riding bikes or go carts in her yard, sunbathing on her roof, and writing things like ‘Garrett was here’ on her closet ceiling. What I love even more, is that when Aunt Bunny and Uncle Bill remodeled the bedroom, they repainted the closet but left the ceiling as is and the lovely pencil sketch intact.
 
 
 

Happy Birthday AB

Allie Boone celebrated her 2nd birthday, just a few days before Christmas.  Suffice it to say, she is a typical 2 year-old full of sass, spunk, and vinegar. She is getting ready to transition into her big girl twin beds and likes to take control of their uncontrollable English Cocker, George.  Happy Birthday to you, Allie Boone!

Hey AB – Jealous, much?

Germs and Cheer this Christmas Year

Plan as you might, Christmas doesn’t always turn out exactly as you had thought.
 
With the onslaught of strep throat, flu, sinus infection, colds and some throw up for good measure— we were thrown a bit of a loop this Christmas. So much for the Christmas pajamas I had meticulously planned {Britton changed in the middle of the night into a stained, hot pink t-shirt and Raynes lost his special Christmas PJ bottoms that I had washed so he would have them on for pictures}, the perfect surprised and happy ‘shot’ in my head {camera malfunctioned}, and the ideal Christmas morning (Britton threw up and took to the bed leaving her unopened gifts}.
 
Instead of attending the candle light Christmas Eve service at our church, we went to the Minute Clinic at CVS Pharmacy. In lieu of the yummy noodle casserole that my Aunt Bunny makes at her annual Christmas Eve party, we ate cereal at home.


Mike and I were awake and open for business at 6:00 am but kids slept in until 7 while we drank coffee and watched TV, video recorder in hand.

The five minutes Britton was up Christmas morning. Cue the vomit.

Santa brought Raynes a new tool bench. Maybe that can keep his attention.

 
Annual sausage-egg casserole, almond coffee cake, OJ and fresh fruit breakfast– the show must go on.
 
 

Three hours later she made it to the couch to open gifts- including her {gently used} laptop. Between that and her colored, skinny years and new Toms- she may be officially a tweenager.

My Meme and my Aunt Deborahboth  tested positive for the flu and I am pretty sure my mom has it now too- she will be swabbed tomorrow. Mike is under the weather and Britton, Kenley and myself are all on some sort of antibiotic. ‘Tis the season for snot and Tamiflu for our family apparently. Merry Christmas everyone!