Sunday, December 30, 2012
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Chameleon
Although he's only been alive less than four years, Luke has managed to master the art of chameleon-like hair changes. I have lost count of the numerous ways he has been able to change his appearance with the mere flick of a brush, wearing of a hat, or night's sleep on the wrong side of the bed.
A few examples ...
Sweaty helmet hair
Alfalfa hair
A few examples ...
Sweaty helmet hair
Alfalfa hair
Pat Riley hair
And the always popular I-do-it-myself hair
A regular James Bond, that Luke. Who knew such trickery could be performed by someone so young?
Monday, December 24, 2012
Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas
Merry Christmas from our family to yours! We hope you are all blessed with love, laughter, family, friends, and joy this season!
Friday, December 21, 2012
Five
One
Two
Three
Four
Can't believe my babies are one whole hand old! Happy Birthday Peyton, Sam, and Adah!
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Advent-ures
We've been going strong with our Advent calendar activities these past couple of weeks. Surprisingly, we've done pretty well accomplishing most of the activities we plan for each day. Here are a few highlights of how we celebrated the Advent season ...
We read the Christmas story from the book of Luke in the Bible. Although the kids listened (well, mostly listened), I think they prefer their version from the Jesus Storybook Bible. That's ok, at least we know they understand the story.
We went to breakfast with Santa at the kids' preschool and we also visited a live nativity at one of our local churches. The goats were a hit.
We also got a bit crafy and made some Christmas tree crafts. Johnny came to visit with elf donuts one morning and we got to make snowmen donuts of our own later that afternoon.
Other fun activities included spending time with grandparents, watching some Christmas movies, shopping for food to take to the local food pantry, and a Christmas scavenger hunt that spanned the entire campus at Daddy's work! In the last few days, we've gotten to make our gingerbread houses too.
Tonight we're off to volunteer at Christmas for the City in downtown Winston Salem. We had a great get together with our small group a few days ago to make cookies for the event. The kids are excited to get into the Christmas spirit tonight (if it's even possible to be more into the spirit than they are now) and share some fun and fellowship with people from all over the city.
As a side note, I wanted to express how saddened I am by the tragedy of the school shooting last week in Connecticut. I know we are all constantly lifting up prayers for those who are suffering, and I pray that we will continue to remember them once all of the media attention has died down and they are all still left with empty holes in their hearts. I truly cannot imagine their pain, but I know that we live in a world where love and hope can overcome all evil. As if I should even need a reminder, Friday's events have me hugging my kids tighter and savoring moments with them than much more.
Hug someone you love today, you won't regret it.
We read the Christmas story from the book of Luke in the Bible. Although the kids listened (well, mostly listened), I think they prefer their version from the Jesus Storybook Bible. That's ok, at least we know they understand the story.
We went to breakfast with Santa at the kids' preschool and we also visited a live nativity at one of our local churches. The goats were a hit.
We also got a bit crafy and made some Christmas tree crafts. Johnny came to visit with elf donuts one morning and we got to make snowmen donuts of our own later that afternoon.
Other fun activities included spending time with grandparents, watching some Christmas movies, shopping for food to take to the local food pantry, and a Christmas scavenger hunt that spanned the entire campus at Daddy's work! In the last few days, we've gotten to make our gingerbread houses too.
Tonight we're off to volunteer at Christmas for the City in downtown Winston Salem. We had a great get together with our small group a few days ago to make cookies for the event. The kids are excited to get into the Christmas spirit tonight (if it's even possible to be more into the spirit than they are now) and share some fun and fellowship with people from all over the city.
As a side note, I wanted to express how saddened I am by the tragedy of the school shooting last week in Connecticut. I know we are all constantly lifting up prayers for those who are suffering, and I pray that we will continue to remember them once all of the media attention has died down and they are all still left with empty holes in their hearts. I truly cannot imagine their pain, but I know that we live in a world where love and hope can overcome all evil. As if I should even need a reminder, Friday's events have me hugging my kids tighter and savoring moments with them than much more.
Hug someone you love today, you won't regret it.
Monday, December 17, 2012
Picture of the Week - December 17
Shorter days this time of year mean more opportunities to watch the sun set.
Friday, December 14, 2012
The Christmas Balancing Act
*Disclaimer - I am not for or against elves or Santa. I think it's
an individual decision that each family needs to make. This is simply
my view on why our family believes what we believe at Christmastime.
Recently, I've seen lots of articles and blog posts about the actual celebration practices surrounding Christmas. Things like Santa and Elf on the Shelf all have their supporters and adversaries. I recently read an article by a woman that gave several reasons why her family does not have an Elf on the Shelf. Some of the reasons (using bribery to get good behavior, refusal to jump on the bandwagon) I could understand. Others (not having time to move the elf every night, telling lies to your kids), I couldn't really agree with.
Well, I figured there were so may opinions out there on this topic that I would weigh in with my own. Our family celebrates Christmas with Santa and we do own an elf (Johnny) that my children believe in. I am also a Christian who understands and believes that the real reason for celebrating Christmas is bound to my Lord and Savior coming to earth as a baby so that 33 years later he could die for my sins. Do I believe that Jesus is the true reason for the season? Yes. Do I teach this truth to my children? Yes. Do they know that Christmas is Jesus' birthday? Of course.
I believe. I believe in Jesus. I believe in the simplicity of Christmas. I believe that Christmas has been tremendously commercialized over the last 2000 years. I believe that love, family, truth, and joy are to be lauded and emphasized during this time.
BUT ...
I also believe in childhood. I believe in innocence, awe, and wonder. I believe in magic and fairy tales. I believe in thinking happy thoughts and pixie dust. I believe in elves and a magical land where snow blankets the earth and snowmen come to life.
Does this mean I decide to lie to my kids when I tell them about Santa? Well, yes, I guess it does. I don't buy the argument that "I don't believe in lying to my kids about a man in a red suit who brings presents." I don't remember feeling anger towards my parents when I found out the truth about Santa, but I remember feeling sad. Sad that the magic was over and that a piece of my childhood was gone. Sad that I would no longer get butterflies at Christmas Eve service. Sad that I wouldn't be straining my ears all night to hear the bells of Santa's reindeer. Looking back, I think I knew I was growing up and that made me long for some of those simpler days when belief was simple and easy.
Children are born with wonder in their hearts. Our belief in magic and the impossible is so fleeting, something only alive for 5, 6, or 7 years of our lifetime. Why would I squelch that? Why would I limit their imaginations and ability to truly believe in something with all of their hearts? I wouldn't do that, so I don't. I let them believe and I let them wonder. I contribute to the magic because watching it through their eyes makes me feel alive. It gives me FAITH, and it awakens my faith in Jesus as well. Faith in a Savior that provides me with joy, awe, and wonder. A Savior who smiles at the wonderment in my own eyes when he see that I believe in Him, the same way that I smile at the wonderment in my own kids' eyes when they truly BELIEVE.
Christmas is meant to be magical. Magic sent through the gift of a Savior and commercially perpetuated by things like Santa and elves. My family chooses to embrace the magic while also embracing the truth of the most precious gift God could ever give us, His son.
Recently, I've seen lots of articles and blog posts about the actual celebration practices surrounding Christmas. Things like Santa and Elf on the Shelf all have their supporters and adversaries. I recently read an article by a woman that gave several reasons why her family does not have an Elf on the Shelf. Some of the reasons (using bribery to get good behavior, refusal to jump on the bandwagon) I could understand. Others (not having time to move the elf every night, telling lies to your kids), I couldn't really agree with.
Well, I figured there were so may opinions out there on this topic that I would weigh in with my own. Our family celebrates Christmas with Santa and we do own an elf (Johnny) that my children believe in. I am also a Christian who understands and believes that the real reason for celebrating Christmas is bound to my Lord and Savior coming to earth as a baby so that 33 years later he could die for my sins. Do I believe that Jesus is the true reason for the season? Yes. Do I teach this truth to my children? Yes. Do they know that Christmas is Jesus' birthday? Of course.
I believe. I believe in Jesus. I believe in the simplicity of Christmas. I believe that Christmas has been tremendously commercialized over the last 2000 years. I believe that love, family, truth, and joy are to be lauded and emphasized during this time.
BUT ...
I also believe in childhood. I believe in innocence, awe, and wonder. I believe in magic and fairy tales. I believe in thinking happy thoughts and pixie dust. I believe in elves and a magical land where snow blankets the earth and snowmen come to life.
Does this mean I decide to lie to my kids when I tell them about Santa? Well, yes, I guess it does. I don't buy the argument that "I don't believe in lying to my kids about a man in a red suit who brings presents." I don't remember feeling anger towards my parents when I found out the truth about Santa, but I remember feeling sad. Sad that the magic was over and that a piece of my childhood was gone. Sad that I would no longer get butterflies at Christmas Eve service. Sad that I wouldn't be straining my ears all night to hear the bells of Santa's reindeer. Looking back, I think I knew I was growing up and that made me long for some of those simpler days when belief was simple and easy.
Children are born with wonder in their hearts. Our belief in magic and the impossible is so fleeting, something only alive for 5, 6, or 7 years of our lifetime. Why would I squelch that? Why would I limit their imaginations and ability to truly believe in something with all of their hearts? I wouldn't do that, so I don't. I let them believe and I let them wonder. I contribute to the magic because watching it through their eyes makes me feel alive. It gives me FAITH, and it awakens my faith in Jesus as well. Faith in a Savior that provides me with joy, awe, and wonder. A Savior who smiles at the wonderment in my own eyes when he see that I believe in Him, the same way that I smile at the wonderment in my own kids' eyes when they truly BELIEVE.
Christmas is meant to be magical. Magic sent through the gift of a Savior and commercially perpetuated by things like Santa and elves. My family chooses to embrace the magic while also embracing the truth of the most precious gift God could ever give us, His son.
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