Deck the Halls with TMI!

Emily may have decked her halls with OCD, but my family decked ’em with TMI! (That’s “too much information” for those of you who live under a rock.) Last Saturday my two older brothers and I, along with our spouses and kids, gathered at my parents’ home for our own little family Christmas. It was an all-day affair, starting with brunch and ending with dinner. In many ways, our family Christmas is atypical. For one thing, we all LIKE each other and have a great time together (right, guys? Right?), so it’s generally a very relaxed, easy-going gathering. Also, we all live near each other, so it’s not like we have a year’s worth of catching up to do in one afternoon. So basically, we just eat, open presents, and hang out. This year, however, there were two things that made this family Christmas special. The first was that it was unseasonably warm, and we were able to send the kids outside to play after presents (SCORE!) The second is that my brother Andy and his family brought this with them:

That’s right, the “EyeClops”. The EyeClops is like a microscope that you can plug into your TV, so you can view whatever it is you’re looking at on the screen. Andy & Sarah had purchased it as their family gift this year, being the good homeschoolers that they are, for the “educational value”. (Andy is also a high school biology teacher. Does that make the EyeClops’ presence seem any more legit?) And let me tell you, it has a LOT of educational value. Thanks to the EyeClops, I now know a lot of things about my family members that I don’t want to know. That’s right, while celebrating the birth of our Savior, we examined each other very up close & personal. Like 200-times-magnified up close and personal. I saw inside my brother’s nose (hairy), inside my dad’s ears (very hairy), and got some great views of my brother’s taste buds and arm hairs (he is generally QUITE hairy, except for on his head of course). I got a gross-out look at my nephew’s hangnail (right before brunch…appetizing), and found that one of my other nephews still has a blue stitch in a scar that got left in there. Whoops!! All of this was incredibly fascinating, but the coup d’etat was when Andy allowed the EyeClops an intimate look inside his BELLY BUTTON. Not only was it HAIRY, it was also full of LINT! VERY FULL! When he held the EyeClops up to that hairy orafice my whole family screamed “AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!” in unison and HORROR. It looked like all the baby spiders from Charlotte’s Web had crawled in there and each spun about 15 webs. It was very, very scary. Andy claims he was extra-linty because he had on a new t-shirt, but I think it’s because he’s GROSS and all his HAIR traps stuff in there. Whatever the reason, it was hilarious, horrifying, and very-un-Christmasy. BUT, pretty much par for the course as far as our family get-togethers go. 🙂

Now I shall regale you with the top 5 EyeClops-induced quotes overheard at our family Christmas:

5) “You can see the hairs on my dad’s head really good ’cause the hairs are so little and far apart.” (My nephew about my brother Andy)

4) “Oh man, that’s gotta come OFF!” (My brother about a bump behind his ear)

3) “Oh, honey, that canNOT be healing right!” (My sister-in-law about my nephew’s hang nail)

2) “I knew it! I knew there was something blue in there!” (My other sister-in-law about my other nephew’s scar with a stitch in it)

1) “That sucker’s so big I can hear it growing!” (My dad about his own EAR HAIR!!!)

So, now, I know you ALL wish you were part of my family so you could’ve been in on all this fun…and I haven’t even told you about how my dad went up on the roof to get some of my nephew’s lost darts and ended up fixing the gutter! (Me: What’s that banging noise? My brother: Oh, dad went up on the roof to get the darts and found that the gutter was broken. Me: Ohhhh (cause that was not at all surprising!))

Maybe next year I’ll have a Christmas contest on this blog and the winner will get to come to our family celebration! I promise you it will be a once-in-a-lifetime event!

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The stuff memories are made of.

In the last few weeks, we’ve posted a lot about all the craziness of Christmas, and I know many of you have felt just as frazzled and harried as Jenny and I have. As parents, it seems like we drive ourselves thisclose to the looney bin, trying to make sure Christmas goes as smoothly as possible. We shop, we bake (or some of you do, so I hear), we wrap, we do all kinds of stuff to make sure our kids create memories of The Best Christmas Ever.

Despite all my planning and preparation, though, things didn’t go exactly as I had pictured them in my mind. For starters, after a long day of singing along to her new Hannah Montana cd into her new microphone (which is all she needed, thanks Grandma), Kate zonked out on the way to the Christmas Eve service at church. So instead of hearing her sing along to “Silent Night,” as I had pictured in my mind, I watched her sleep peacefully on the pew next to me. And she was out for the night. So much for the ritual of setting out cookies and milk for Santa and spreading the reindeer food on the lawn. I was so intent on doing these things that I tried to talk her into getting out of bed (I know, I’m insane) when she woke up briefly around 11:00. She was having none of it, though, and said “Mommy, I can’t. Santa will look down and see me!” None the less, she was thrilled to see the cookie crumbs, empty milk glass and reindeer food remnants left on Christmas morning. It wasn’t what I had envisioned, yet it was wonderful.

Tonight I spent some time thinking about why things like Santa’s cookies are important to me, and I realized that I just want her to have good memories of Christmas. And, more than anything, I want her to remember how very loved she is.

She won’t look back on Christmas and think to herself “That would have been a nice holiday if only I had gotten to put oatmeal and colored sugar on the lawn.” And she won’t think of it as a hectic day (as her dad and I have a tendency to do), being shuffled around to multiple places, but rather she’ll fondly remember visiting four houses (that’s right, four – two belonging to grandparents and two to great-grandparents. In one day.) filled with people who love her.

And that’s what Christmas memories are made of.

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All Christmas-ed Out?

Tonight when we got home from hopping around to different family members’ houses, I was exhausted. Pooped. Drained. I was glad it was all over – Christmas and all of the hoopla, all of the late-night CVSing shopping and present-wrapping. I was just glad to have my family home but I wasn’t pleased with the “Christmas mess” that waited for me here.

Then I sat down at my laptop and I read something that stopped me in my tracks. I’m going to share it with you, because if you’re like me -feeling “all Christmas-ed out” – you’ll probably need to hear it. I know a lot of people talk about “the true meaning of Christmas” – I certainly am one of those who does truly celebrate Jesus’ birth – but I still allow myself to get caught up in the hurry & scurry, even though I try not to.

Three weeks ago on December 5th, my sister-in-law Sarah’s dad was diagnosed with stage 10 leukemia. His name is Jerry Armstrong. It was a “do-not-pass-go, head directly to the hospital to start chemotherapy” deal. So he’s been there for three weeks, with his wife, two daughters, and two sons supporting him all the way, and with his ten grandchildren (including my niece & three nephews) missing him very much. He’s had complications, but through God’s power he is holding his own. The chemo did it’s job, but there are other things he’s fighting. He needs prayer, lots and lots of it, and so does his amazing family.

Jerry’s family maintains a great website through Caring Bridge and they post updates on his condition several times a day. I am always hungry for news about him so I check it about a million times a day. Here is what his wife Carolyn posted today that made me stop and re-focus. I hope you will all be able to do the same. Carolyn doesn’t know she is about to become a “guest blogger” but I think she & Jerry would love it. So here goes:

The Armstrong family Christmases have always been filled with traditions. That is not a bad thing. It helps bind families together.
This year all the traditions that were so important have been set aside. Nothing is the same. And yet, Christmas came. Quoting from Dr Seuss, How the Grinch Stole Christmas, “It came without ribbons. It came without tags! It came without packages, boxes or bags! He hadn’t stopped Christmas from coming. It came! Somehow or other it came just the same.”
We know the reason it came is because of God’s indescribable gift to us. Jesus left the glory of heaven to come as a baby in a manger. His every physical need had to be cared for by another. What humility! He came to go through the ugliness of death on the cross so that we can have life everlasting.
We understand a little more this year about what Jesus did for us. Jerry’s physical needs have to be met by others. It is humbling. We have seen physical death all around us in the Marrow and Blood unit at the hospital. It is ugly! All of which makes the birth and death of Jesus more dear to us as we focus on the hope (certainty) of heaven.
We are rejoicing with you this day that Christmas is so much more than what we usually make it. It really is all about Jesus, God’s indescribable gift to each of us.
Carolyn

I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas and have a wonderful New Year, focusing on “God’s indescribable gift to each of us” each day.

All my praying people, please lift Jerry & family up in prayer! For real encouragement you can visit his website here.

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