So today is pretty much the last day of 2013. I thought about writing a sentimental post today and proclaiming how sweet the year has been to us. Then I remembered, “Yeah… my blog posts are more of a Saturday Night Live skit than a memorable Hallmark movie FOR A REASON.” That reason would be because my spiritual gift is rambling on and on, until the cows get bored and come home, about nothing.
Unlike the lovely Ann Voskamp, who can bless an entire nation and make their hearts swell with joy and pride and love for Jesus in her blog, I can drag FLAT-OUT NOTHING on for two thousand words.
(No… Essays in high school weren’t any problem at all.)
(My sophomore English teacher once asked me if I wanted my grade by the pound.)
Twenty-thirteen has been very good to us, but I’m ready for the new year. I love the feeling of waking up on New Year’s Day and thinking, “I’m ready to start fresh! Healthy eating! More effort at keeping the house clean! More reading of meaningful books!” It’s like the best feeling in the world, thinking that the entire world is your oyster for fresh chances.
And then, somewhere around 2 PM on New Year’s Day, we always decide that, “You know what would go good with all this TV we’re watching? A greasy pizza, that’s what.”
After that, discarding my resolutions comes naturally.
I’m going to try to get this post up this afternoon, because it’s New Year’s Eve, y’all, and I have some ENORMOUS PLANS, that include pajama bottoms, a sloppy T-shirt, and house slippers, while I sit next to Hubs on the sofa and wrap up the old year by watching a movie.
(This is where I should tell you that Hubs and I never agree on movies. On Sunday, Pretty in Pink was on TV. This might be my all-time favorite show of EVER! Andie was busy hollering at Blaine, “What about prom?!” He told her that he’d asked someone else a month ago, and he’d forgotten. The show progressed, and there was Blaine, sitting alone at the table during prom. Hubs wrinkled his eyebrows all up and said, “I thought he asked someone else to prom. Where’s his date?” And THAT, people, is exactly why Hubs and I are just better off watching our own movies, by ourselves.)
(Dear Hubs, Blaine was LYING. I’m just surprised that you didn’t go on to say, “Stay alive, and I will find you!” Or even, “Nobody puts Baby in the corner.” Because I know how much you enjoy a romantic movie from the ’80s.)
The boy has plans for a New Year’s Eve sleepover tonight, because he’s thirteen, and he has a social life. I just hope he has as much fun as we do, loafing around our house like slugs and dipping tortilla chips into all the queso.
On Christmas Eve, we always have a big pot of soup at our house. Unless, of course, I decide to make chili, which is technically not soup. That’s what happened this year, and my mama brought homemade cinnamon rolls.
After dinner, the kids stuck to tradition and made reindeer food, because it always lures the sleigh to the house.
The recipe for reindeer food is simple. It involves opening your pantry and finding anything edible that can be measured and mixed into a gigantic bowl. Brown sugar and flour are the staples, but we’ve heard tale that reindeer also appreciate Apple Jacks and Lucky Charms cereal.
Except this year, the deer didn’t get any of the marshmallows from the Lucky Charms box, because Thing 2 ate EVERY! SINGLE! ONE! out of the bowl.
The wild turkeys and the squirrels and the white tail deer all appreciate this very much, and we have to keep telling them, “Save some for Rudolph and his team!”
When the wild turkeys have been given the reindeer food, the kids come back indoors for a gift of some kind.
Thing 2 got a John Deere Gator, which ranks as a tractor in his book. He couldn’t have been happier.
Apparently, we’re not afraid to eat alligators raw around these parts.
(I’m not even joking, y’all. I LOVE and ADORE our candlelight service!)
Because everyone was singing loudly, for all to hear, no one really heard me scream out, “Hot wax! HOT!! WAX!! I’ve been burned!!!”
On Christmas morning, for the first time ever, the boy decided to sleep in. I think it’s because he’s thirteen now. He was buried in his bed like a hamster in wood chips. Hubs and I sent Thing 2 in at 7:00 to wake him up!
Santa Claus brought Thing 2 MORE tractors and excavators and dump trucks. And then Santa saw fit to bring the little man a vacuum cleaner, because it’s never too early to train up a child in the way he should go.
… and then Hubs and I replaced his ancient, dinosaur-like, THIS-THING-DOESN’T-EVEN-GO-ONLINE phone with a smart phone.
The boy’s Christmas joy knew no bounds.
After that, we packed up and went to Mam and Pa’s house for Christmas breakfast and STILL MORE presents. Sister and her family met us over there.
My error came in the fact that I did this AT THE VERY END of the morning, when The Littles were WORN OUT. They were NOT. AT. ALL. interested in sitting for their pictures to be taken.
THIS happened on the way there:
At the next stop, we scrunched all the cousins together on the sofa IMMEDIATELY and also RIGHT AWAY. Hindsight is always 20/20.
There used to be Christmases when those kids all fit on the sofa with ROOM BETWEEN THEIR BODIES FOR MORE KIDS. Now, they’re all legs and arms and teenagers AND WHO HAS A GOATEE, FOR HEAVEN’S SAKE?!
EVERYONE got Thing 2 a new tractor or dump truck, and do you know what? With every gift he opened, our toddler yelled in surprise, “OH! Tractor!!!” He couldn’t have been more pleased to see that he had an entire JOHN DEERE ARMY!
Oh! And here’s BIG Cousin H. He’s eighteen. He’s a senior. He’s growing something on his chin, even though he was just FIVE YEARS OLD last month. What happened?! How did he grow that quickly?
Once they started this game, our toddler refused to let them stop! Those two girls swung Thing 2 until their shoulders gave out and dislocated themselves.
We came home, stuffed to the gills with Christmas ham and sugar cookies. Thing 2 was at the level of exhaustion where he just had to throw himself on the floor and sob.
I was tired enough to join him, which meant that it was a fantastic Christmas.
And with that, I’m going to hit the PUBLISH button and put this blog post up, because it’s 1:00 in the afternoon and I need to prep myself for my New Year’s Eve party tonight.
Basically, that means that I need to trade these jeans in for pajamas and make some cheese dip.
We hope that 2013 was a great year for y’all, and I pray that 2014 will bless you even more.
Happy New Year’s everyone!