Jesus is the Reason

This was our 10th Christmas together! Does that mean we are getting old or we were young when we met? Take your pick. It started as just the two of us, then three, now five! Our Christmases keep getting bigger... and better!
In the past, we have gon to my in-laws church on Christmas Eve and then go to their house for supper and presents. That changed this year because, well, it is just too hard to move all our kids around that much, that late. Sooooo, this year we went over to their house for lunch. Of course we weren't on time because Walter killed a nice buck that morning. None the less, we made it. Lunch was good and the company was great! We ate, had dessert, and opened presents. David was into the gift opening this year and he could read who they were to and from. Dillan and Daniel layed around with bows on their heads. We went home that afternoon to get ready for Santa and put away stuff.
That night, my dad came and we did gifts with him. Then cleaned again.
The next morning, David came into our room to wake us up. We got up and came into the living room to find that Santa had visited our house. He even left David a note telling how good of a cook he is. There were the gifts, trampoline, Hot Wheels Wall Track, Wii things, Cars 2 Monopoly, and more. We opened presents together, then Dillan woke up and looked at his toys. Last was Daniel.
Round 4 was at my mom's house. Everyone was there including my granparents, in-laws, and parents. We had breakfast for lunch. A new tradition started a few years back. We sing "Happy Birthday" to Jesus before we eat and David blows out the candle. I guess two more kiddos will join him next year. The babies went to sleep and slept through everything almost. Dillan even had a bad diaper, so no one could sit beside him, but he didn't care. He just slept right through it. He's the one that matters anyway, right??? David was super excited about his microscope from Mawmaw and Pop. Yeah, the excitement were you kiss all over the box and carry it around everywhere saying I am going to be a scientist when I grow up.
At about 7:30 Christmas night, I noticed some gigts were missing. I go to the computer room where all our packed boxes are and there sat a box labeled PRESENTS! Yep, a whole box full. Most of them were ever wrapped. So, we had Christmas again!
Christmas was a good one. We have been blessed with a great family. Our boys have a lot of people who love them. And for that, I am grateful.

Somebody Call Wal-Mart, I Think I Lost My Mind!

Tuesday night I realized we were almost out of formula for Daniel and we were about two wipes away from being out of toilet paper too! Two things you can't go without! I went ahead and got myself ready for a trip to Wal-Mart with ALL 3 kids. Yes, I do have to psych myself up for it! I wake up, get all of them fed, dressed, diaper bag packed, bottles ready for just in case, and all the other jazz it takes to venture out these days. We load up and head out. On the way, I call my dad and he decides to meet us there.

We get to Wal-Mart and I get the stroller out. Yes, we have to take the stroller because no groceries will fit in a buggy with two car seats in it. Imagine that! As soon as I get Dillan's seat out, he frowns and begins to whine. I looked at my dad and said "Oh great, this is going to be good," with a smirk on my face.

I plug him up with the handy dandy pacifier (whoever invented that thing is a stinkin genious) and in we go. We start on the hygiene side of WM. A little whine here, a little whine there. David and I are in charge of the buggy; Dad is in charge of the stroller. We make it to the toilet paper and there is more whining from Dillan. Eggs, drinks, and cheese is picked up. Then we go to the formula isle. This is where the whining gets strong. Dillan gets cranked up and I think my dad was tuning it out. I get him out of the seat and decide to carry him in one arm, drag the buggy in the other and finish shopping.

You would think that would solve everything, right? WRONG! Daniel decided it was his turn to start about ohhhhhhh 3 minutes later. I noticed my walking got a little faster. When I saw people I knew (or the ones I didn't bc everyone stops you when you have twin babies) I just said hey and didn't let up. We made it to the register and I put Dillan back down in his seat. They were both quiet for a minute. One even went to sleep. Believe it or not, I can't even remember which one went to sleep. That kind of thing seems to happen a lot these days. :)

Anyway, we made it out alive. As I drove home, I smiled to myself and thanked God for my funny, wonderful family that keeps me on my toes. I love the humor of life. I don't think I would take away the chaos, stress, and whining of my life. Well, okay, maybe the whining... it could go.

We got home and unloaded. Dillan had already began screaming on the way and David had to start feeding him int he ba ck seat. I told David to call Wal-Mart. He asked Why? I said because I think I lost my mind. He started laughing and said he did too. About 10 minutes later, David was eating lunch and said Mama, you're doing a good job, a good job. I said at what? He said at taking care of us! It brought a HUMONGOUS smile to my face.

Ahhh, the joys of life.