Jolly Ole' Saint Nick, Jesus, and Traditions.

Why are we waiting an hour in line again?

Ohhhhh yeah...Santa!!

Wait a minute, this is Santa?!

Okay, mama...I think we're done here. Come and get me.

We couldn't get an actual smile out of Eli, but he did pretty well for his first time with that scary bearded stranger. We're getting excited for the festivities this week, starting with our church's candlelight service tomorrow night, and Eli's first Christmas with our family of three. We'll do the in-laws on Christmas Eve, my dad's side on Christmas morning, and mom's side on Christmas afternoon. We can't wait to spend time with family and start traditions with our first baby.

Some of our traditions this year include decorating the house, seeing Santa, going caroling for Fannie Battle Foundation, picking a special Christmas ornament to commemorate our year, writing a family letter to Daddy telling him our favorite things that happened this year, and most importantly of all, celebrating the birth of our Savior. What a special holiday!

Whoa, Here He Comes.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FUG1YFYQHTU

Let's try a video, shall we? This is Eli Matthew crawling around like a nut while I learn how to focus my video camera. Sounds enticing, no?

Enjoy!

let's Move On.

Now that that last post is off my chest, let's move on, shall we? I am not a winter gal. I love living in the South. I love that some Christmas days can be spent outside throwing a frisbee with my husband and family. I love flip-flops, and shorts, and tan skin, and pools, and beaches, and sunshine. Winter depresses me. Seasonal depression is real, I'm telling ya.

While I'm stuck inside with my wild man more days than I would like right now (hello 11 degrees!), I daydream of this coming summer. I can't wait to soak up the sun with my soon-to-be toddler (what??!!). I see pool days with Aunt Leah, outings to the zoo, stroller walks in the mornings, planting vegetables in our garden, buying a baby pool for lazy backyard days, hikes in Cades Cove, and so much more. I see library days, and popsicles, bare feet, and sunscreen.

I'm excited to take our little buck to new adventures and his reactions to new things. We are going to have so much fun, and I only have to wait another three or four months through this gloomy gloom. :)

By the Way.

Usually I try to keep this blog fun and light ( I think), but lately, my mind hasn't been fun and light, so here's my thoughts on this. Hope you don't mind!

Being a momma is HARD! Did you know this? Many times a week I remind myself that I only have ONE baby, and many of you have many more daily challenges than me.

Deborah, you take care of THREE BOYS, cook amazing meals, clean, keep a house, are involved in church, and take care of your hubby!

Ellen, you are in California without any family, and are raising two under two while your husband studies and works late hours.

Many of you work and stay home, AND do everything else that keeps a house going!

I stay home and sometimes struggle to have a good attitude raising one little boy!

When Eli was younger and less active, I was perfectly content to snuggle up in my house with my sweet baby and do homebody things. Now that he is getting older and is all over the place, I find myself frustrated and impatient some days. Yesterday, from teeth or something, he fussed ALL DAY LONG, and I was less than patient. All day long this verse replayed in my head, "I lift my eyes unto the hills, where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, maker of Heaven and Earth." Put that on repeat all day yesterday.

I know he's just going to get more active, but when my eight month old is throwing tantrums, I struggle to find my postive outlook. Does this happen to you? please, oh please, say it does.

The other thought on my mind is loneliness. When I was teaching high school, my colleagues and I would talk about how isolating teaching can be. You are in your room all day dealing with teenagers and all their "stuff," and you plan and grade all by yourself in your room...it can be solitary and lonely. Well, being a mom is like that, but MORE.

Staying in makes for one lonely momma. My conversations consist of telling Eli that "Momma's folding this shirt, Let's make lunch, Did you just go potty?, Let's dust this table"...One-sided conversations get old. This age is a little difficult because Eli can't do bigger kid things, like play gyms, and crafts, etc. However, I know that EVERY age has its own set of challenges, and I need to just get out and about regardless of nap times and schedules.

Two naps and feeding schedules get in the way sometimes of planning play groups and dates, and some days I just feel alone and well, bored. I can only play with a xylophone so many times before my own mind needs to be stimulated.
Here's another little song I've been singing lately,
"In the morning, when I rise, give me Jesus. And when I am alone, give me Jesus...."

Right? In my moments of impatience and weakness, I NEED help from Jesus, prayer, friends, community. I have never understood our need for community and fellowship more than now, and I know that's why God wants that for us. We are meant to help eachother. Pray for eachother. Support eachother.

Man, this was a lot to give you on a chilly Tuesday morning. Sorry for the depressing post. I'm sure ( I hope) most of you mommas have felt this way at one time or another.

By the way, I just got home from a playgroup, and God is saying, "See? Fellowship is good. Good for baby, good for mama, good for everyone!" Thanks for the invite Katie!

Eight (and a 1/2) Months.

I'm a little late with this post, mainly because I wanted to wait until this little wild man was all better before attempting a photo shoot. I learned quickly that crawling = poor pictures. It's hard to aim at a moving target. He kept trying to throw himself off the couch during these!

At 8 months, Eli:

-is sporting two bottom teeth, and the two top ones are coming in as we speak.

-is crawling at super lightening speeds all over the house.

-loves anything he's not supposed to have: cords, phones, strings, etc.

-is pulling up on anything. He loves to let go and see if he can stand. He can't.

-got his first black eye. He let go, and fell right on our sharp coffee table leg.

-is eating four 6 ounces bottles a day. Due to lots of circumstances, we've weaned Eli from his mama this month. He could care less; I'm still mourning.

-eats food three times a day. We've just added yogurt and meat to his diet!

-Says "dada" all the time, but doesn't quite relate it to Matthew.

-is throwing tantrums when he gets mad. We are now introducing the words, "No, Sir."

-He would like walk, but I am not encouraging this in ANY way! :)

-has been sick twice, a fever virus last month, and a croup virus last week. Poor sick baby.

-we're working on crying out this week. It's high time he learned to sleep through the night. I'm not sure who's crying more--me or him!

Man Oh Man.

Hi friends! I have been completely neglecting this ole' blog lately, but I feel like I have good reasons. We have been out of town for the past 5 weekends in a row!! We are so glad to be home for awhile!

We went home to help out while my mom had back surgery for a week in early November...

This little turkey had a good first Thanksgiving...

We got lots of visiting in with Deanie and Papa...

We started sporting a new top tooth, and number two is coming in any day now.

We've started wearing our Christmas footed pajamas...

We've taken lots of rides on daddy's shoulders...

I tried to learn how to color, but decided I would rather just eat the paper instead...

I helped mama rake the leaves outside...

My best friend Katie tied the knot...

to this former Vols player...

while they got their pictures taken, I got to play with this happy fella...

but as soon as we got back, things went a little downhill...

the big, bad croup virus got us, and we had lots of fussy days and sleepless nights...

we learned how to pull up and let go, which means we got our first black eye...

it's snowing outside, and we're getting our smiles back...

and all of this have left us one big tired family...

so we're taking it easy and gearing up for the holidays!!

This Santa mama has been wrapping gifts tonight and can't wait to see Eli play with his gifts (eat the wrapping paper) on Christmas morning!!

Santa Matthew is the Best.

I've been dropping hints to Matthew for weeks now about how I really wanted to use my Granny and Grandad money for a new camera. I wanted to document the holidays with my new camera, and I want to try and take a family picture for our Christmas card.

Turns out? He was listening to me!! Do you ever ramble on and on to your hubby and think, "he is just letting these words go right in and out..." He kept giving me the occasional "mmmhmmm" and "really"...and I didn't really think he was paying too much attention to me. He was!

I lost my keys (again), and had to drive back to Kroger to look for the power lock thingy (did you know those things cost $100 to replace?) and searched the parking lot. I finally found it (in my new huge diaper bag--please tell me this happens to you too), and returned home.

When I walked in the door, there it was, with a sweet note attached from my thoughtful hubby. I know a camera doesn't sound like such a big deal, but it not only confirmed he listens to me when I ramble, but that he recognizes how important family memories are to me!

It's the exact one I wanted, and I am still learning how to use it...but it takes crystal clear pictures (when I focus correctly) and I can't wait to capture my growing family. I have always loved looking back on family photos that my grandparents and great-aunts had,, and enjoyed listening to their stories of what was happening in that picture, and now I will have those memories too in photo form.

Here are some I've taken while practicing with the focus: