Friday, January 01, 2016

Randoms

It's been a minute. 
And by a minute I mean like six weeks since I've gotten around to posting. Sigh. But with the holidays comes chaos and when I'm struggling to even find time to shower, sitting down at the computer and writing a coherent blog post isn't very likely.

Onward.

Christmas trees are a pain. Always have been in my opinion. 
If it weren't for my brood I wouldn't even put one up. Trees are huge, and messy, and let's just be honest that no matter where you set the tree up its always in the way. I've never been one to be overzealous when it comes to decorating for holidays. I like pretty and simple. And to me a tree feels gaudy and high-maintenance. So that bad boy typically comes down the day after Christmas around here, though this year not so much. 
Call me Scrooge. Or the grinch. Or are those the same? I've lost touch. 

Samantha has started this thing lately where no matter how many times she's pottied during the day, during our evening walk she'll drop a massive crap literally 30 feet from our driveway. Like, dude, the walk just began. And more importantly, why do you poop so much? It's bizarre. Thought yall should know. 

Ariana has the patience of a saint. Saint Ariana Noelle. Sounds legit to me. 
She's always taken on a teacher role with kids younger than her and her younger siblings are no different. In just two days she taught Daredevil Mae, I mean, Avery Mae how to go down the stairs safely. Before said teaching Av used to simply crawl up the stairs then turn around and try to crawl back down. 
Um, wrong, girlfriend.  
But now she knows to slide herself backward down the steps. I obviously still stand by anytime she's on the stairs but it's nice to know she understands how to get down properly. 

Speaking of Av, she still hates naps and I still love coffee. Correlation...causation?

Owen turned ten this month. Insane. And I couldn't be prouder of the little man he is. So smart and witty, that kid. 

Ethan is a few months shy of the age I was when I got pregnant with him (yeah, let that sink in) and it's interesting the difference in him at this age then I was at that age. 
He such an old soul. And while we all have a story and some sort of struggles we've had to overcome, he's choosing such a graceful way to handle his. I'm so deeply in love with all that he is. He truly did save me all those years ago. 

With it being Christmas break and the kids being home 24/7 I've gotten spoiled by my youngest lad. He looooooves cooking. So he's asked me to wake him each morning when I wake. I have my coffee then go wake him and he cooks breakfast. 
For the whole family. 
There are 457 of us. 
That's no small feat. 
I've decided now that we need to win the lottery so I can have a full time personal chef at my disposal. Real talk. 

Christmas was good to us this year. I find that as the kids get older they want less, thank you Baby Jesus. And they're the most amazing kids because they truly understand how fortunate they are and how much they have. They've told me numerous times that it's difficult to think of something they want becusse "I already have everything." And they do. My parents spoil them pretty rotten, namely every Apple device you can think of is in their rooms. A few years ago I decided that we'd spend Christmas helping the less fortunate and focusing more on simply being present with each other (read: putting away those Apple devices and really being together) and less time worrying about the amount of things under the tree. And I've gotta say, we've done pretty good at it. 

We're officially gearing up to move again in a few months and I'm beyond excited. I've loved this sweet, charming European life we've so gratefully led these last few years but simply put: The States are my jam. Oh America, we're coming home...







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