What do you do when you’ve got eight kids
ages five and under
in your house on Christmas morning?
Dress them up in biblical costumes, of course.
And have them stand in front of the Christmas tree
while ten adults go to great lengths
to have all eight children look at ten cameras
and smile at the same time.
We had a proud Joseph and a lovely “Momma Mary”.
We had two beautiful angels and two handsome shepherds.
We had a precious little lamb.
And we had a sweet baby Jesus. Wearing Pampers.
It was a bit chaotic and unpredictable.
Joseph and Momma Mary kept a close eye on the baby.
The shepherds had to work hard to keep the lamb from crawling away.
Mary was so happy. (And a little surprised.)
The angels rejoiced and played with the baby’s toes.
Baby Jesus cooperated with the whole enterprise.
I don’t imagine it was much different that night in Bethlehem.
Except for the Pampers.
Our kids were big into Legos when they were young.
I mean big.
I’m talking a 30 gallon tote big.
All that plastic goodness took a reprieve from our children’s lives for several years. But thanks to grandchildren, the Lego bucket is back on the scene. One night these dearly beloved mini-bricks reappeared, and the big kids instantly became young again and the little kids were mesmerized by All The Pieces.
For years we threw it all helter-skelter into one big container. The pirates mingled with the Star Wars guys and the soldiers co-existed with the ninjas. “Someday,” I thought, “I will sort all those itsy-bitsy arms and legs and heads and hats into nicely organized piles. Then I will buy a nicely organized organizer with drawers to keep All The Pieces nicely organized.” Well, that day has come.
PB went away for a few days to go fishing up north. He’s having his fun, so I decided to have some fun of my own. Don’t judge me. I’m just acting according to my Enneagram personality type. I’m a One, which means I have a natural tendency to fix, straighten and nicely organize.
“Neatness and order are comforting to Ones.
It makes them feel safe and less anxious.”
(From “The Road Back to You” by Ian Morgan Cron and Suzanne Stabile)
So maybe I miss PB a little bit. And maybe sorting the blues and greens and blacks and reds into separate Macbook Pro boxes gives me a sense of safety, serenity and comfort. All I know is, I’m having the time of my life.
I just have two questions.
Should I sort the lime green from the army green?
How long will it take our 8 grands to blow this to smithereens?
This is what happens when Eli comes to visit.
Every car in the house is lined up just so.
This is what happens when Ella comes to visit.
Every person is set up right where they are supposed to be.
Especially the twin babies.
This is what happens when two dear friends come over and take care of six kiddos for a couple hours so the rest of us can go out for dinner. Bless them. They brought ice-cream.
This is what happens when you have four kids and they grow up to be pretty great adults.
Big sister got a peak at her brand-spanking new brother on Saturday.
Abel Jacob made a record breaking entrance into the world.
He was born 8 minutes after mom got to the hospital.
He’s either going to be a sprinter or have a heck of a fastball.
There’s something about seeing my boy holding his boy.
Oh boy. Give me a tissue.
The grand total is now 8.
In 2030, they will all be teenagers —
one 18 year old, two 17 year olds, two 16 year olds, one 15 year old and two 13 year olds.
More tissues, please.
“Come, my children, listen to me; I will teach you the fear of the Lord.”
This is a picture of me.
Or, I should say, a picture of my DNA.
For Christmas I received an Ancestry DNA kit. Ancestry.com is a genealogy site that helps people research their family history and connect with long lost relatives. Through the use of DNA testing, a person’s ethnicity can be discovered.
So, I spit some of my saliva into a little tube and put it in the mail.
Then I waited.
What secrets might be hiding in my DNA? Would I turn out to be a descendant of a Viking warrior? Might I have the blood of an Indian princess? Could I be in the line of English royalty?
Or would I turn out to be connected to a ruthless dictator or an infamous criminal or a lady of ill repute?
This morning the results were in. That little dab of spittle showed that my ethnicity is:
- 50% from Great Britain. (No surprise there.)
- 27% from Western Europe (Yep, knew that.)
- 12% from Eastern Europe (Uh huh.)
- 10% from Ireland (Wait. What?)
Somehow a wee Irishman jigged his way into my family tree unbeknownst to me.
Or maybe my Scottish cousin got tossed around in his boat and landed on the coast of Ireland by mistake.
This must explain why my kids loved Lucky Charms.
It’s a good week to discover I’m 1/10 Irish!
The newest twig on the family tree has arrived!
Introducing Emma Kate.
She has her very own fan club.
Emma decided to give PB a special birthday present. Herself!
Birthday buddies forever!
It never gets old.
“Even when I am old and gray, do not forsake me, my God, till I declare Your power to the next generation, Your mighty acts to all who are to come. Psalm 71:18