It's been awhile...

...and I hope you enjoy this video of Garrett dancing at the Family Valentine's Dance. I think you'll have to turn your head (sorry 'bout that!)

Grocery shopping...

...with two kids and a husband is not fun...especially because HEB was out of racecar carts tonight...and my kids had to sit very, very close to each other...which required them to (get this) touch.

Not really, of course. They could have just sat there like nice little boys, but nooooo, they had to lean, and kick, and push, and touch each other. Boys are like that.

We finally got smart (really, it was me) and just got a second cart. That solved the problem.
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Except then we filled up both carts with food and our bill (minus coupons) was $276!!! And we didn't even buy any beer or wine or detergent!

Yes, grocery shopping with two boys and a husband is not fun.

Pictures of playing with presents

Santa brought Braden a new "big kid" Razor scooter and brought Garrett a bike.

Kyle gave me a camera with fancy functions like "candlelight."

Family is made by love, not just blood.

(a note to my fellow English nerds: figuring out the commas in this post was difficult, and I'm sure I've screwed some of them up. Oh well.)

We are blessed: we have a HUGE family of people who love, nurture, and care about us, and not all of them are blood related. The short version is that Kyle and I both have divorced parents who have remarried, divorced again, and married again. We explain to people that our kids have five sets of grandparents, and here's the breakdown (in no particular order--we love you each equally).
-Kyle's dad, Geary, and his new bride, Sheri

-Kyle's mom, Linda

-my dad, Scott, and his wife, Janet

-my stepdad, Tom who has been in my life for twenty years (if you just stumbled across my blog, my mom died a year ago)

-Jan, my dad's ex-wife and the mother of my littlest sister, and her husband, Rex. Jan has been in my life for twenty years.

Now for blood siblings:

-my full sister, Linsey (who conveniently dates Kyle's brother, Matt).

-my half sister, Katie

-Kyle's sister, Shawna, her husband, Franklin, and daughter, Taylor

-Kyle's brother Matt (who conveniently dates my sister Linsey)

We also have stepsiblings who are important in our lives.

-Kristen, Tom's daughter, has been my stepsister for almost 18 years. She has three kids (Camden, Morgan, and Mitchell) and a husband (Jeremy).

- Steve, Janet's son, has been my stepbrother for 7 years. He has a beautiful wife, Anne. I would love for them to have a kid soon!!!

-Kevin is Sheri's son who we have only met once, but really liked. He has a wife and a kid on the way.

Grandparents:

-Kyle's maternal grandmother, Otero

-Jan's mom, Ruth (who just moved to Houston from Sun City West, AZ)

-Sheri's parents

So...adding up the members of "immediate" family, I get at least 27 people. That's a lot of love!

If I count the people related by blood, I get 9.

So there you have it, people. Family is made by love, not just blood.

Now, that isn't to say that this family was created without some bumps and bruises along the way. There were certainly some big ones. But, time sure has a way of healing wounds, and love and caring sure can trump anger and hurt. I know several people who are currently struggling with divorces and newly blended families, and I hope this gives you some hope. Things may hurt now, but they won't always. The morning after I learned my parents were getting divorced, I made the announcement to my friends at the bus stop, and one of them told me, "at least you'll get lots of Christmas presents." True. I do, and so do my kids. I'm appreciative, but more important than the gifts are the people who share their lives and love with us.

Here are some family pics from Christmas celebrations of the last few days:

The kids and Tom

Garrett and Linda




The kids and cousin Taylor


The kids and cousins Morgan, Mitchell, Camden (and girlfriend Crystal)


The kids, Jan, aunt Katie, and Ruth


Brothers and sisters

Our little family.

The kids, cousin Taylor, and PaPa Geary

It occurs to me how many people are missing from these pictures. I sure need to make an effort to capture everyone on film (or digital file)! I'll do better!

The BEST NIGHT EVER!!!

...declared Braden after each boy received a phone call from the one, the only....SANTA CLAUS!


Thanks, Linsey, for giving Santa our number. I wish you could have seen the awe and the joy...I wish I had had a video camera with me. His mouth dropped, his eyes bugged out! Too cute!

Folks, if you'd like to give Santa your number, you can do so here: http://www.kroger.com/Pages/default.aspx . Click "Ring in the Season."

Mira Maestra! Este!

Question: What does sheer joy and excitement looks like?
Answer: A busload of kindergartners running wild at a Christmas tree farm on a cold, wintry day!

Kyle and I took off a day of work to chaperone Braden's field trip, do some Christmas shopping, and spend some time together during such a busy time of year. It was a blast!

Here's Braden getting off the school bus. I almost didn't recognize him because he had reversed his reversible coat. I was looking for red; he was in navy.
Kyle became the measuring man. The kids would run wild through the trees shouting, "Mira! Maestra! Este!" (look, teacher, this one!) and all the kids would run to it, Kyle would measure it, and Senora Saenz would discuss (in Spanish, of course) if tree was too big or too little. I'm thankful that Braden was on a Spanish day during the day of the field trip, as it was awesome to watch him listening and responding in Spanish.

Some of the little boys picked up on me calling Kyle by his name, and soon a group of them, with their cute Spanish accents, were yelling "Ky-yle, Ky-yle!"

Question: You know what is impossible?

Answer: Getting a group of kindergartners to pose for a class picture.

Looks like Braden is just about the right size. We'll take him home.

After Jason's dad (el papi de Jason) cut down the tree, all the kids assisted in carrying the tree to the needle shaker and net wrapping machine. Braden's in the back here, not really helping, because he said the needles poked him.

We took a family picture.

The kiddos took their snack on a hayride around the Christmas trees.

What a great day! I'm glad Braden goes to such a wonderful kindergarten, and it was fun to experience it for a day.

Why my purple sweater is in the trash.

It was a beautiful purple sweater
Cowl neck, the perfect fit.
It looked good on me-
Everyone said so.

I loved that sweater.
Brought out the blue in my eyes
Cozy and warm on a cold
wintry day.

It was a beautiful purple sweater.
But one three year old
and a "cowbunga"
off the coffee table
while my back was turned
And the sweater was in shreds.