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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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Merry Christmas from the Robinsons

If I were super organized and sent a Christmas letter to family and friends it would read a little something like this:

 

Twenty sixteen came in quick and is quickly turning into a year ending with a seven. We have settled into our no-longer-so-new house with two three kids, two dogs, Meme, and her over-weight Persian cat named Lilli.

Britton is in 8th grade and spends her time playing soccer, studying (straight A’s! this year) and listening to music. She also tried volleyball for the first time this year and is getting ready for the opening of tennis season.  She went on a mission trip with our church youth group this summer and, despite my faults, has turned out to be a wonderful teenager. My prayer is that she continues to make good decisions, put others first, and remember Whose she is.

Kenley stays busy with her running club and cheer leading. She is on the Lower School Student Council and recently gave a speech titled, ‘Why Tallahassee is the best place to live.’ Bet you didn’t know that we have one of the nation’s first Christmas service?! At any given time she is readying 2-3 books but, I am sad to say, loves her iPad equally. She has grown so tall over the past year that she has all but caught up to both her sister and me. She has scored some new clothes in the process, is quite the writer, and she constantly reminds (and often times shows) us that the middle children are so sweet.

Five year-old Raynes wakes up happy, asking questions (no less than 194 a day)– and stays chatty and upbeat all day every day. He is quite the artist and likes dart guns, riding his bicycle, Poochie and hunting with his daddy. He doesn’t like it when we tell him he looks like the Elf on the Shelf and I wouldn’t be surprised if he becomes a professional greeter at a big store like Wal-Mart one day. What can I say? The boy loves people.

Mike is managing to balance work and home successfully – which is no easy task! His business continues to grow and this summer he earned a rewards trips to California and we had a sunny CA grand time.

I am enjoying my job at my alma mater, and the children’s school, where I work year-round in administration. It affords me the ability to be at every school function, and get to see my babies during the day and Mike is so supportive.  There’s not much time for hobbies but I do try to pick up my camera and keep up my ol’ blog from time to time.  Exercise doesn’t exactly count as a “hobby” but more of a necessity like breathing, eating, and coloring hair. 2017 be a big year with my 40th birthday and 16 year wedding anniversary coming in the next couple months. Sometimes, if I stop and look at the blessings that surround us I am afraid they will suddenly disappear. Perhaps that is why the camera doesn’t leave my hands, I tend to ‘over-share’ on social media, and why my right eye twitches. But for now, I’ll take it all in, appreciate the heck out of it, and celebrate a wonderful year full of His graciousness.

 

Ho Ho Ho via grateful simplicity

 

Merry Christmas from the Robinsons via grateful simplicity

Merry Christmas from the Robinsons

 

Britton (age 13)

Britton (age 13)

Kenley (age 10)

Kenley (age 10)

Raynes (age 5)

Raynes (age 5)

 

Boo!

Poof! And just like that, Halloween is over. We dressed up (okay so I did not but do have big plans for next year), kept all 20 kids intact and alive over our two-hour trick-or-treating adventure. Thankfully, Mr. Robinson hid most of the candy and for once, my Dory-like memory is a good thing because for the life of me I cannot remember where he said he hid it.  While I really do want to fully embrace each holiday with it’s due time of attention– Halloween, Thanksgiving— I can’t help myself from turning on 105.3 on the radio to listen to the Christmas Carols that have been playing for two weeks now. Finally, I can listen without feeling like a total crazy woman (thank you Britton and Kenley for humoring your mom and singing along!).

My little red strawberry, SWAT Team fellow, and not-pictured black cat are counting down the days. There are 53 days left in case you are interested. It’s okay, you can listen to Christmas Carols too. No judgement here!

 

Boo via grateful simplicity

 

Boo! via grateful simplicity

Boo via grateful simplicity

Boo! via grateful simplicity

Kenley’s class party (aka next year’s middle schoolers)

Boo! via grateful simplicity

R’s Preschool Halloween Carnival

Boo! via grateful simplicity

The camouflage Polaris came in handy this time

 

Boo! via grateful simplicity

The best hay ride driver (and cooler hauling) around….

Boo! via grateful simplicity

Check out those wings!

Boo! via grateful simplicity

Assistance keeping the adults hydrated for two hours of non-stop walking, running, and candy grabbing

Boo! via grateful simplicityis over.

 

 

Christmas 2015 {part I}

It was a wonderful Christmas Eve and morning with all our babies wearing (somewhat) matching pajamas and big smiles. K tried to get the celebration started extremely early– as in 4 am but was promptly sent back to bed until at least 6:30 am. As much Mr. Robinson and I wanted to sleep in we could certainly sympathize with their excitement as Christmas morning is one that you know you’ll remember for many years to come- so with the help of the auto-brew Lucky Goat coffee, got started we did.  If only I could slow down time and keep them young forever (Britton recently pointed out that she has 3 more semesters until high school. My heart sank in my chest a little). The years seem to pass a little more swiftly at each turn. Merry Christmas!

Christmas 2015

Christmas 2015

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the obligatory ‘stop and let me get your picture first’ snapshot

 

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12 days of Florida Christmas-- note for Santa by K & R

12 days of Florida Christmas– note for Santa by K & R

 

Cousins dropping off homemade honey!

The ‘”big” Cousins home from Colorado and dropping off homemade honey!

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Poor girl- she’s still looking for her presents

 

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Goodbye, #GrowingUpOnGlenmoreDrive

Once Upon a Time…..

There once was a home on Glenmore Drive where a small family lived. The only home that the little children had ever known. #GrowingUponGlenmoreDrive was a good home.

b and house and poochie

 

Finally, a family of four.  Meet 3 day-old Kenley Robinson.

Goodbye, #GrowingUpOnGlenmoreDrive

 

Who later took her dimpled self and learn to crawl all over the floors of the home…. This made the home very happy.

Goodbye, #GrowingUpOnGlenmoreDrive

 

The family had lots of birthday parties for the children at that home. Clowns, tea parties, tractors and princesses all arrived at parties to celebrate the little children growing up.

Goodbye, #GrowingUpOnGlenmoreDrive

 

There were  lots of projects too, both big and little, sprinkled along the way. This, too, made the home happy.

Goodbye, #GrowingUpOnGlenmoreDrive

At some point in time I have painted, with our own hands, every single wall in the house- including hallways and the laundry room. I would call it a labor of love while Mr. Robinson would refer to it as sweat equity. 

 

On a chilly October morning, a little boy named Raynes came home from the hospital wrapped in a blue baby blanket. All the rooms at the house were now filled with babies and lots of love.

Goodbye, #GrowingUpOnGlenmoreDrive

 

And he too, learned to crawl around the home, opening cupboards as he crawled over the cool kitchen tile.

Goodbye, #GrowingUpOnGlenmoreDrive

 

The house loved having the family live there, especially the two dogs named Poochie and Tucker who ran around the yard barking at their dogs friends who walked with their owners along the street.

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Sometimes the family would take ‘family golf cart rides’ around the neighborhood- trying to spot deer, collect neglected golf balls, and wait for the school bus up the road.

Goodbye, #GrowingUpOnGlenmoreDrive

 

Goodbye, #GrowingUpOnGlenmoreDrive

 

The little girls learned to ride their bikes….

Goodbye, #GrowingUpOnGlenmoreDrive

 

And celebrate milestones…

Goodbye, #GrowingUpOnGlenmoreDrive

 

But the family learned an important lesson… A home is just a house without the people you love.  So they moved on, taking only their memories, to a new home. And they all lived happily ever after.

Goodbye, #GrowingUpOnGlenmoreDrive