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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!

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Happy Birthday to you, Allie Boone

Happy Birthday to you, Allie Boone. Six years goes by in the blink of an eye. Trust me, I say this from experience little one. A whole 39 years and 9 months so I would know. 

In keeping with the theme of December birthdays, December 21st is always a good one with its cookie decorating, red and green colors and generally all-around jolly mood by all.  A foul-proof party if you will. The recent Florida fall-like weather has felt more like September than December. A good ol’ fashioned backyard birthday party, complete with a pinata and tire swing.

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Happy Birthday to you, Allie Boone

 

Happy Birthday to you, Allie Boone via grateful simplicity

 

Happy Birthday to you, Allie Boone

Happy Birthday to you, Allie Boone

A trampoline is really all one needs in life. According to these kids.

 

 

Happy Birthday to you, Allie Boone

Happy Birthday to you, Allie Boone

Mrs. Harris has a 9 day-old– who would’ve known?!

 

 

Happy Birthday to you, Allie Boone

Okay. this makes me laugh. Stand back!

 

 

Happy Birthday to you, Allie Boone

Happy Birthday to you, Allie Boone

A race for the candy- because they all need more sugar.

 

Happy Birthday to you, Allie Boone

 

Happy Birthday to you, Allie Boone

Happy Birthday to you, Allie Boone

Lemons Anyone?

We had our first (Florida version) winter freeze last week so all my lemons had to be picked. And there were a lot!  Think more lemons than sense- upwards of 60. Mr. Robinson had a great idea to give them as gifts as he watched me frantically searching Pinterest for a witty, yet cute, yet practical, yet realistic idea for gifting. Couple that with Sassy’s idea to pair them with lemon cookies (Trader Joe’s for the win) and whoila! Kenley happened to be home sick last Tuesday, I happened to have taken the day off (the first all semester) so she helped me by putting together 25 teacher gifts with hand written tags that read ‘Meyer Christmas’.  Luckily, we still have some to spare and I plan to ask Britton to bake a Meyer lemon pound cake like she did last year. It was delish! Lemons Anyone?

The girl does like a good glamour shot

The girl does like a good glamour shot

Lemons via grateful simplicity

 

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Tomorrow we celebrate little Allie Boone who is not so little anymore and turning the big SIX!

Lost & Found {a Thanksgiving tale}

The Thanksgiving photos, which I thought were gone but not forgotten, have resurfaced. Just in time for Christmas parties, caroling and shopping. Mr. Robinson and I hosted Thanksgiving this year with an abbreviated bunch of family representing which still made for close to 15 tablesettings people. I decided to embrace Thanksgiving, and try I as I might to talk myself into the more sensible paper plates, out came the fine china, linen napkins and heirloom tablecloths.

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The only Christmas to be found on our table was some red berries and Spode Christmas plates.  Might have gone a little overboard with the tall flower arrangement but my motto is you can be too thin, too rich, or (my latest addition) have too many flowers. And I’m sticking to it.

Lost & Found {a Thanksgiving tale}
Mike’s mom has had some health issues since last Spring and we are thankful she is getting stronger and that she and Cleve were able to join us for the Thankful feast (with overflowing flowers).   Ken;ey’s little heart has been giving us a small pause for concern so before we get too worked up, her doctor has her wearing a heart monitor so we get the data to know if it’s “something” or “nothing.” My guess is the latter.

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Lemon tree is overflowing — cold, fresh lemon water every morning now.

If anyone asks, the turkey was organic. That's our story and we're sticking to it.

If anyone asks, the turkey was organic. That’s our story and we’re sticking to it.

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Kenley has quite the football arm. Who knew?!

Kenley has quite the football arm. Who knew?!

Lost & Found {a Thanksgiving tale}

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The Little Baker that Could

The Little Baker that Could

Apple cinnamon muffins are a favorite around here- at least they were a featured favorite at one point. Our crew, I’m finding, seems to prefer certain foods in waves. Here one day, gone the next. This little guy likes to prove himself useful in the kitchen,  yard or otherwise. We spent two days in the yard  this weekend (and we both had many ticks to prove it-  yuck!).  As it turns out, Indian Hawthorn is great when you first plant it- filling up quickly and largely– but not so pretty after 13 years.  Needs a little va va voom which, unfortunately, is over half of our yard. Insert helper boy.

My baker boy– a painter, a baker, and happy mama maker.

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