Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Speaking of PicturesThat I Love








Christmas Day, For Lack of a Battle Title

Oh good.  Normal looking, happy children
 Smiles all around.
 And the award for the best gift of the year goes to the "Elsa Dress"
 And the American Girl Doll.  Sigh.  Whoever dreamed up American girl dolls is a genius.  A very wealthy genius.
 I'll file these last two pictures under "pictures that I love"
 So thankful this Christmas to have my Dad back to his old self.  This one is a keeper.

Jones Family Christmas

Sometimes, you just have to pick back up where you left off and I believe I left off at Christmas.  The longer that I am a parent I am becoming more convinced that Christmas is probably much more fun for the parents than it is for the kiddos.  Don't get me wrong, they loved it.  Watching pure happiness is a whole different experience.  I spent most of the morning fighting back the ugly cry because I remember exactly how they feel.  I remember what it felt like to not be able to sleep on Christmas Eve, then waiting and waiting for my Mom to be ready to open the gifts, and then always starting with our stockings.
I thought we would start with the perfect family photo.
 Then we could open stockings.  I'm pretty sure Mags was happy at this point, I don't know why she looks so sad in this picture.
 Little boy loved that train.  He held on to it all morning.  Then we lost it and have not seen it since.  Perfect.
He loves balls.  Boys are so different than girls.  It's a delightful change.
 Grandma's goodies, which she wears almost every  day now.  I have to stop her on days when everything she has on has stripes!
 This is my trying not to cry face.  I'm not sure why I am putting it on the internet for all to see.
 Magzie's sweet little face opening some gifts picked especially for her because we knew they would make her feel special.

 Libs asked for this doll everyday leading up to Christmas, I won't talk about the doll that Babette got her that completely overshadowed the doll that she wanted so badly.
 Coops big boy gift.
 This is her happy face.  I love that face :)

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

The Letters


Every Christmas I buy them an ornament as a symbol of their year and attach a letter to go with it.  Libby got a seal this year because she thinks that she has a pet seal(it's a long story).  Maggie got an Elsa because she pretends to be her all day, everyday.  I am Anna everyday.  You don't even want to know what happens if I break character. Cooper got a clock because I want him to know about the nights he and and I spent awake together this year.  When we pull the ornaments out each year and decorate the  tree I read the letters out loud and cry.  No one else listens to me when I read them now, but they will one day.  I hope one day they read them and know what a gift being their Mama is to me.  They need me now to make breakfast, and read books, they need me to wash faces and hands, and play games all sorts.  What they don't know is that I need them too.  I need their little frames crawling into my bed before the sun comes up.  I need their uncontrollable laughter at the end of a long day.  I need their tired heads asleep on my chest.   I need their breath on my face when I tuck them in at night.  Oh these precious children, what a gift they are to me.  God uses them to stretch and grow me in ways that I never knew I needed.  I learn through them things about myself I never knew before, and I see so clearly my desperate need for my Savior.  Yes, they are my gifts this year. 
I couldn't want anything more.
Grace and Peace
xoxo

Monday, December 22, 2014

Traditions

I love Christmas traditions.
I realized that I was much more enthusiastic about them when I wasn't the one in charge of making them happen.  This realization happened yesterday when I asked the girls if they wanted to decorate cookies.  Libby literally started talking so fast that I have no idea what she was saying.  I knew it was going to be messy, I knew it was going to take preparation, but I knew they were going to love it.   I want them remember that at Christmas time we baked cookies together, so that one day they will do it with their little ones.  
 Cooper thought we should just eat all the dough.
 I wish you could here her talking...it is non stop.  A running commentary of everything she is doing.  Even when she messed up and it stuck to the paper, she just talked herself right through it.





 He was quick with that spatula.  A couple cookies fell at his quick hand.



 She looks proud of herself.
 We ended up moving everything away from him.  He either broke, or threw all things that were near him.
 Pretty sure I take cookie decorating too seriously.  I stole the chair right out from under my child so I could get that candy cane right.  Cooper probably smashed it when I wasn't looking.
 I gave Mags a teddy bear shape to decorate and when I looked down the bear was submerged in sprinkles.
 I wonder if she was trying to be like me.
 Eat at your own risk folks.
Babette and Grandad~ Maggie told me today that we couldn't them because we are bringing them to your house :)  Be  ready to try them.
Grace and Peace

Sunday, December 21, 2014

Dear Santa

I'm sorry I cheated on you this year and went to see a different Santa.  I couldn't bring myself to drive all the way to Richmond to see you, it's a lot of work for one mama.  So we went to a Santa close by.  He was good, but he wasn't the real you;).  Forgive us Santa, for moving too far away to see you every year.
Sincerely,
That Crazy Jones Woman

I thought about it.  Driving to Richmond to see the same Santa that we have seen every year since Libby was born.  Kevin said that I should give myself  break and do it the easy way.  So we went to Hampton, and their Santa is very good too.
Here is the unofficial "official" shot.  Maggie is making progress and though she wouldn't sit on Santa's lap, she would sit on Libby's lap which is the closest she's got so far.
Cooper, not so much.
 There's my darling shy girl.
 I love this moment every year.  The moment when it's almost her turn.
 I don't even know if she really believes in Santa Claus, but she loves seeing him.  It hit me that very soon she is going to be past this stage...too big for his lap.  Childhood is so fast.  I still remember the one and only time I sat on Santa's lap and didn't cry.  It was at my Aunt Judy's house and his beard was fake for sure.  I was probably six.
 Here is Libs mothering Cooper and Maggie worrying that I won't go with her.
 I'm here Little Mags, I won't make you go alone.
 Talking through the process
 Santa knows who Elsa is, perfect, he and Maggie can be friends.
 High-five and Cooper is a fan.

Thanks for the free photo and the candy cane.  We'll see you next year Santa!

Grace and Peace