Too Little Christmas Cheer?

It is just me and the little guy for a little while because Clay is TDY to a stateside desert. While frequent TDY’s were the name of the game during our time in Oklahoma, we’ve been spoiled since arriving in the Washington DC area. No matter how frequent Clay is gone, the first day or two are always an adjustment while I channel my solo-parent mojo. But enough about that – let’s talk Christmas. Specifically, decorations.

In my opinion, compared to the gorgeous pictures I see on Facebook, our decorations fall on the side of underwhelming. Because we have always traveled for Christmas in the past, I’ve never gone all out for the holiday. And let’s face it – storing bins upon bins of decorations during the off-season isn’t my idea of a good time. Combine that with our frequent moves and you have a recipe for minimal Christmas decorations.

But I admit that we could use a little more yuletide jazz around these parts. I wandered around Home Goods yesterday morning and saw some beautiful items. Unfortunately, I didn’t see any prices that called my name. So I think I am going to have to hit some after-Christmas sales to pick up more decorations for next year.

Are there any other minimalists out there when it comes to holiday decorating? Or are you a balls to the wall Christmas decorator? If so, I bow to your commitment. I am not worthy, I am not worthy.


Over the River and Through the Woods

On Wednesday afternoon, we pulled out of our driveway with a full tank of gas, too many matchbox cars, and enough podcasts to entertain us for the 10+ hour drive to Georgia. Over the river and through the woods, to Grandmother’s house we went. And after about two hours on I-95, we had traveled approximately 30 miles and looked at the clock with disgust.


Weston passed the time by taking pictures with my phone. The traffic was absolutely miserable. But we were committed to waking up at my parents’ house on Thanksgiving – so when we pulled into their driveway at 3:00am with a snoring preschooler and chocolate lab in the backseat, we basked in a feeling of triumph. And then promptly fell asleep. When we woke up the next morning (a huge thank you to my sister, Megan, for watching Weston while we slept in), our late night was nothing multiple cups of coffee and food preparation couldn’t cure.

Everybody journeyed to Lake Lanier for the holiday – Megan, Mike, Mikey, Scott, Kelly, Julie, Zach, Grandma, and our little family. As my siblings and I establish holiday traditions and obligations with our own families, the opportunities to have everybody congregate together are diminishing.  So it is important to take advantage of such opportunities. And after our almost 14 hour drive back home yesterday, the jury is still out whether we will take the opportunity to travel such a long distance over Thanksgiving again.

I suppose it was a successful reunion – no blood was shed, no feats of strength occurred, and there was more laughter than arguments. We ate. We shopped. And Clay and I finally saw Skyfall.

Clay and Mike supervised the boys making the crescent rolls.

We tested the new corn hole set – an early Christmas gift from Kelly to Mike.

Julie and Zach showed off their bartending skills at Zach’s dad’s house.

And we took too many pictures, as evident by Weston’s bored yawn.

Happy Thanksgiving, indeed!

On The Mend.

Oh my gosh. I finally feel like I am ready to emerge back into the land of the living while squinting my eyes. For the past week, staring at the computer screen was enough to give me a migraine and when I wasn’t sleeping, I alternated between shivering so my hard my teeth chattered the tune of “We Didn’t Start the Fire” and sweating more than an first-time American drug mule in Thailand. But I am getting better. Just in time for Thanksgiving travel. We’ll see how long it will take us to travel 592 miles…any guesses?