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The last of the photos from last year Christmas Break. Again, mostly sitting, crafting, sitting and some Poochie snuggling. It currently feels like a tundra in our town with day 5 of freezing (literally) temperatures. Guess it goes to show – be careful what you wish for. At this point, Poochie may need to have her wardrobe beefed up. Two sweaters just aren’t enough.

More from Christmas Breaking via grateful simplicity

 

More from Christmas Breaking via grateful simplicity

More from Christmas Breaking via grateful simplicity

More from Christmas Breaking via grateful simplicity

 

More from Christmas Breaking via grateful simplicity

Nobody likes a good craft more than this guy.

 

More from Christmas Breaking via grateful simplicity

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Happy New Year 2018

Happy New Year!

2018: The Year of More of You, Less of Me.

2017 has come to close and today marks the first day of 2018. New year, clean slate, fresh start, endless opportunities. I’ve not been one to make resolutions because I’ve found more times than not they get abandoned around February. However, this morning I found myself writing them out in my prayer journal. Figured this may hold myself more accountable than in years past.

1. Have a teachable spirit

2. Pray about everything

3. More of God, less of me.

4. Spend individual quality time with each family member

5.  Display more patience

6. Make the time to do things I enjoy things I used to enjoy- photography, blogging, sewing, etc.

7. And the obligatory ‘clean eating’ (for good measure)

We have loved being on Christmas break- time at home wearing pajamas all day, some days doing a lot of nothing while other days doing a lot of somethings. We’ve cleaned, lounged, binged watched The Crown (and working my way through Dontown Abbey again starting with Season 1), painted four rooms, visited with friends, took kids shopping to spend their Christmas money (sorry Mike, they aren’t savers), lounged some more, used my label maker for everything I could get my hands on, set up a media room for the kids, undecorated, cleaned out the attic, organized drawers, baked, cleaned some more and enjoyed every second of it. These two weeks are most definitely my favorite time of the year because the best gift is the gift of time.

And speaking of gifts, I guilted the girls into allowing me to take their photograph (see #6 above) by telling them to consider it a Christmas present from them to me. It worked.

Happy New YEAR 2018 via grateful simplicity

 

Happy New Year 2018

Happy New YEAR 2018 via grateful simplicity

 

Happy New Year 2018

Happy New Year 2018

Happy New Year 2018

Cheers to 2018!

Christmas Break Begins Now

17, yes, 17 days of Christmas break begin today and this, by far, is my favorite time of the year. Time to fit everything in, while also purposefully scheduling absolutely nothing on the calendar. Down time. Busy time. All built into the same break.

Christmas Break Begins Now.

Christmas Break Begins Now via grateful simplicity

Raynes sang at a local retirement community (then came home feeling under the weather).

The hubs and I had a Garden Club Christmas Party. And no, there was no flower arranging by the men. Although that certainly would make for an entertaining evening.

Trader Joe’s greenery is holding up well (fingers crossed)

 

 

Hankering for salt air

Happy New Year! Lots of talk about resolutions this week. Typically, being the list girl that I am, there is a list I’ve put together by now with all the things I hope to accomplish in 2017. Didn’t do that this year. Instead, my goal is one simple thing. Go a little easier on myself. If I can’t lose weight, attend church every Sunday, drink more water… than that’s okay. Most day’s we’re all just doing the best we can do so why know go a little easier on ourselves.

In other news, the salt air was calling my name over the break. I don’t know how to describe it other than it was a hankering. An urge, a need, a want to walk along the coastline, breathe some salt in into my lung, and take in all the beauty. So we did– and we brought along some of our favorite little friends too. Though not fancy, this place is one of my favorite places in all the world feeling much like home. I love that our children love it too. While I love the coastline Mr. Robinson has an adoration for the sea having taking our children out on the boat as young as 6 weeks old (disclaimer: it was bay side for a sunset cruise as Kenley laid up in her bouncy seat with head propped against her little bouncy seat head rest).  Although the drive is not but 50 minutes from our home, it had been nearly 6 months since we had been down there. Such a shame. But… it’s a new year so I am going to let it going and go a little easier on myself.

St. Teresa Beach, FL

St. Teresa Beach, FL

Hankering for salt air via grateful simplicity

You win some, you loose some.

You win some, you loose some.

 

Hankering for salt air via grateful simplicity

 

Hankering for salt air via grateful simplicity

Hankering for salt air via grateful simplicity

Hankering for salt air via grateful simplicity

Hankering for salt air via grateful simplicity

 

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Hankering for salt air

Christmas 2016

I try to keep myself in check. I really do. Attempting to give our children 3 gifts, just like the three wise man carrying gift. Santa also brings three gifts (excluding books and clothing).  Either their mama can’t count, or my kid’s Christmas list have gotten more expensive over the years because they made out big time this year.  And by big time I mean they have had a lot of down time, slacked some on their chores, slept a little later than usual, oh yes- and had a great Christmas morning to wake up to.

I struggle with this a bit but try to remind myself that my husband and I do not buy much for them (relatively speaking) throughout the year. Britton will tell you, matter of factly, that she purchases most of her clothing, makeup and “wants” herself.  And darn it, they are good kids whose daddy loves to give them things he wasn’t able to have growing up. Isn’t that what parenthood is all about? Giving our kids the best life possible? Be it experiences, gift, education, or love?

Christmas Eve was celebrated with Mike’s mom and step-dad, “Gan,” at our house for lunch followed by Christmas Eve at our church where Kenley served as crucifer (acolyte). For the past 35 years we have gone after church to the Hanley’s house. We’ve missed this tradition only twice in 35 years– and one of those times was when my dad was dying. It’s just not Christmas Eve if not with our dear friends and family at the Hanley’s house. We missed my life-long friend MHH (aka Mary Heather Hanley— yes, her real name is Mary Heather Lines now but she will always be MHH to me) this year who had baby #3, Ellie Grace, just a few weeks ago so she was not able to fly cross country from Seattle this time. She gets a free pass this one time. Once.

After listening to Santa’s sleigh bells on the drive home, the kids open their one gift (Christmas pajamas) finding out which wrapping paper is theirs. They then all sleep together, have their Mama threaten them not come out of their rooms, and count the hours until 7 am Christmas morning when they’re told they can wake us up.

Oh Christmas 2016, we don’t want you to be over. I stand in protest by continuing to play ‘Contemporary Christian Holiday Radio’ on Pandora. Just ask Alexa.

Christmas morning

Christmas morning

Christmas 2016 via grateful simplicity

Christmas eve pajamas for the kids (well, technically shark slippers for Raynes who has been able to wear the same Santa pajamas for three years strong now)

 

Christmas 2016 via grateful simplicity

 

We then made the annual trip over to Sassy and Pops– a whole one mile drive– to see cousins and create chaos.

Christmas 2016 via grateful simplicity

 

Christmas 2016 via grateful simplicity

New braces for B. Merry Christmas, kid.

 

After opening gifts, but before afternoon naps, we drive the one mile back him before we return a second time for the ‘big’ family dinner at my parent’s house with Mr. Robinson’s parents, Meme, aunts, uncles, cousins, and three french hens.

 

Christmas 2016 via grateful simplicity

Nana is doing great and has recently graduated from the wheelchair to the walker, and is a healthy weight now as well. She enjoys spending time with her grandchildren and having conversations (and laughter!) with them. They enjoy her company as well!

 

 

Roast beef. Need I say more?

Roast beef. Need I say more?

Christmas 2016 via grateful simplicity

 

My Aunt Deborah's ticket into Christmas dinner. Her annual Yule Log. Goodness knows how long this takes to make, but it only comes once a year and it is well worth the extra 6 (plus!) lbs I know have to loose come January 1st.

My Aunt Deborah’s ticket into Christmas dinner. Her annual Yule Log. Goodness knows how long this takes to make, but it only comes once a year and it is well worth the extra 6 (plus!) lbs I know have to loose come January 1st.

Christmas 2016 via grateful simplicity

My brother-in-law’s mother, Leslie, bakes the best Christmas cookies and decorates each and every one. My kids are lucky if I manage to make slice-n-bake cookies.

 

Not bad for almost 91 years young?! Her secret? Scotch tape on her brow every day. Think I'm kidding? Walk into her room any weekday and you will see what I mean.

Not bad for almost 91 years young?! Her secret? Scotch tape on her brow every day. Think I’m kidding? Walk into her room any weekday and you will see what I mean.

The Sisters. A proper noun.

The Sisters. A proper noun.

Christmas 2016 via grateful simplicity

Merry Christmas 2016 to you and yours!