Benny's First Christmas

If I had to sum up this year's Christmas in one word it would be this: Simplicity.  We had a beautifully, delightfully simple Christmas.  In the past we've traveled to visit family for Christmas.  And although we love to see family, we decided to stay home this year (as we have the past few years) and start developing our own little family's traditions.  And boy did we have fun.

We played in the snow, baked cookies, saw the Western Mall Christmas light show (several times), drove through Falls Park, made paper chains to decorate the doorway, ate all the cookies, listened to lots and lots of Christmas music, decorated our house and the best part .... we did it all in our own timeline.  Nothing was forced or rushed or mandatory.  If I'm honest, I do sometimes feel the social pressure to "do" Christmas a certain way.  To send out cards, to buy expensive gifts and to move a shelved elf around every day.  But we didn't.  Not that those things are bad (I love Christmas cards!!), we just decided to keep it simple.  And it was a perfect way to celebrate Bennett's first Christmas!!

Every year growing up, we had a real Christmas tree.  Some years we'd hunt it down in the woods.  Other years we'd go across the street and buy it from the tree lot.  But it was real.  Always real.

Every year since we've been married, we've had a fake tree.  I bought it in college and each year either due to lack of funds or lack of space, we kept putting up that same 6' fake tree.  I pleaded my case to buy a real tree this year, but with a crawling baby who loves to put everything in his mouth (ie. pine needles) we decided once again to put up our trusty fake tree.  With lots of help, of course.

Carter helped haul lights!

Opening their new tree ornaments from Grandma Marty and Papa Dave

Benny approves of the tree :)

this picture would be very conflicting if we actually cared about college football

I don't think any one thing could be more work than mixing, rolling, cutting, baking, frosting and then decorating cut-out cookies.  (sigh)  But it just wouldn't be Christmas without them.

"Hey!  Where's the frosting??"

One of my favorite new traditions?  Matching Christmas jammies for the boys.  I know they won't let me dress them all matchy matchy forever, so I am going to take full advantage of it while I can!

And it was our very own Christmas miracle that all three boys looked at the camera ... at the same time ... without any weird faces.  For real, that never happens. 

I love having kids at Christmas time.  Well, I love them all the time, but it's especially fun at Christmas.  As an adult, Christmas is nice.  You decorate, you exchange gifts and it's, well, it's nice.  But with kids, Christmas is magical!  And we celebrate everything!  

I wish I would have videotaped Carter opening presents.  He was literally bouncing all over the living room.  And when he opened the bookmark that Brooks bought for him, he cheered "Oh wow!!  Oh wow!!  I will put it in my very favorite book!!!"

Seriously.  It was a bookmark.  But to Carter it was the best thing ever since it was his.

Bennett's reaction to receiving clothes for Christmas.  Sorry kiddo, we'll do better next year.

paper eater

Benny sitting like such a big boy in his new chair from Grandma Gale

I wish our families lived closer so we could celebrate with them, but we've been so so so blessed to be adopted into the Gale family here.  We spent Christmas Eve with them attending church and then going out to eat.  And we spent Christmas afternoon with them as well, eating lots of food, playing games and just spending time with amazing friends we get to call family!

Praying for a House

The Anderson's are house hunting.  Sort of.  I mean, we're looking.  But not with a lot of hope of actually finding something.  Because we've been house hunting for nearly two years.  Two. years.  And even if we DO find something, my optimism is waning that we'll actually be able to buy it.  Because we've put in offers on four houses in the last two years, obviously coming up short each time :(

We moved into our current house a little over three years ago when I was pregnant with Carter.  We knew it wasn't our forever home (since it was a rental), but it's what we could afford and it was better than sharing walls with our increasingly noisy neighbors in an apartment building.  And it's a good house.  Ugly.  But good.

But as good as it is and as many great memories as we've had here, our house is just becoming too small for our family.  I mean, for the size it is, the space is laid out well.  The kitchen is a good size, the dining room is big & open to the living room and I love that there's an attached double stall garage (a rarity in our neighborhood).  But our 2 bedroom, 1100 sq foot house is just, well, it's just small.  The boys are sharing a room and Bennett is sleeping in our room.  Not a horrible arrangement, but not ideal either.  And someday Chris and I will decide we'd like our room back and move Bennett out.  The reason we haven't yet is that the logistics of having three boys in one room is kind of overwhelming to me.

And not only is our house small,  but the yard is small too.  Our house is on a corner lot and all we have is a small patch of yard on the front and side of our house.  We've spent hours playing in that patch of yard over the last three years, but my heart just aches for a big, fenced in yard where my boys can run!  Oh, how they need to run.  And let's be honest, I would love a yard where I can send them out to play in the frigid cold and I can watch them from the warmth of my kitchen :)

We would love a house with at least 4 bedrooms and 2 baths and a double attached garage.  We would love a big kitchen and dining room to host friends & family and a separate family room so I can get all the kids crap toys out of our only common living space.  We would love to be in a better neighborhood where we don't suspect anyone of selling illegal substances across the street and preferably not on a corner lot.  We would love a ranch style home with a big back yard.  And we would love to find a house that meets all of our needs and fits within our single income family budget.

We already have so much to be thankful for - an amazing marriage, three healthy kiddos, a roof over our heads, and food in the fridge - that I feel even a bit selfish wanting a new house.  We truly are rich and we have more than we need.  But I know that God cares about the big things and the small things in our life.  So we're praying. We're praying that God provides a house for us.

And every time I bring this need to God I feel like He's telling me to go outside of myself for this.  To ask for prayer and for help.  And so, would you pray with us?  Would you pray that God would provide just the right house in just the right neighborhood for just the right price?  And I know God's timing is perfect, but I'm really praying for a house soon!

Our summer .... summed up in one picture

This spot in our yard, this barren, grass-less patch of dirt, is where my boys spent hours and hours of their summer playing.  It was a perfect spot for excavators to dig, dump trucks to haul and tractors to plow.  

This spot was a favorite as well.  It's funny how what I see as an ugly, broken section of sidewalk, Carter saw as his personal quarry pit and a perfect place to dig and haul rocks.

This is what our summer was made of.  Playing.  Playing in the dirt, playing at the park, playing in the water, playing at our friend's houses ... we just played.  And it was perfect.  My boys weren't in baseball or swimming lessons or karate or soccer or any other organized activity.  And not that those things are bad, but I figure we have the rest of our lives to race around to practices and games and live according to everyone else's schedule.

But not this summer.  This summer we played.  We set our own schedule and we came and went as we pleased.  If we wanted to have a picnic at the spray park, we did that.  If we wanted to stay in our pajamas all day and watch movies, we did that.  If we wanted to play tennis, we found cheap rackets at a garage sale and learned how to play tennis.  When Brooks wanted to learn how to play marbles, we pretended we were in the 1950's, bought marbles and learned how to play "Ringer" in our living room.

We took impromptu trips to see hot air balloons launch, took hikes in the woods and ate popsicles in quite possibly the messiest way possible.

We celebrated birthdays, played with grandparents, and had a whole lotta picnics in the park. (because food just tastes better when you eat it outside!)

Brooks' birthday dinner

Most days Chris would come home from work, put something on the grill for dinner and play with the boys in the yard.  They'd hunt for grasshoppers, ride bikes around the block, or inspect our sunflower seeds we planted in the spring to see how much they'd grown since the day before.

And this little dude just came along for the ride :)

It was an amazing summer.  And I'm already excited for next summer when Bennett will be 18 months old and running around with the the rest of us.

 (ok, that was more than one picture.  sorry.)

They just keep getting bigger

All three of my boys have weighed about the same at birth.  8lb 4oz.  8lb 9oz.  8lb 5oz.  But what I find super interesting is how differently they've grown since then.

For instance, at 1 year old, Brooks weighed a whopping 17lbs.  He was a very petite baby.  And he's still a tall string bean of a kid.  Carter weighed 17lbs around 8 months.  Pretty average.  And Bennett hit the 17lb mark at FOUR months!

Here's a picture of the three boys when they were all about 6 months old.

Brooks

Carter

Bennett

It's amazing how three kids from the same parents, all fed the same, can be so totally different!!  Our theory is that it's a survival factor.  They have to keep getting bigger to avoid being crushed by their big brother :)

a quick prayer answered quickly

Have you ever said a quick prayer, but not really expected it to be answered?  You pray because that's what you do.  Or perhaps because you don't know what else to do?  That happened last night.

Let me back up.

Our two big kids go to bed every night around 8pm.  Bennett goes to bed around .... well, whenever we can get him to sleep.  He's always been a night owl.  Always.  I can count on one hand the number of times he's gone to bed for the night before 9pm.  And most of the time that's ok.  Because he's such a laid back baby and because a certain toddler of mine requires a LOT of my attention, I don't get to spend as much time with Benny as I would like.  So after 8pm is our time.  He get to play on the bed with Daddy.  Have extra snuggles with Mommy.  I think he's figured this out, and that's why he stays up so late.  And most of the time I don't mind.

But sometimes I'm just tired.  Weary.  And Chris and I have almost no time for just the two of us.  No time to have a conversation without being interrupted or without having a fussy, overtired baby in our arms.  And when Bennett finally falls asleep around 10:30pm, we're usually right behind him going to bed.

So last night I come home from work around 10pm (late night for me!) and Bennett is just waking up from a nap.  Lovely.  I try to nurse him back to sleep.  No go.  He seems content so I lay him down in his bed hoping he'll fall back asleep on his own (that does happen sometimes) and go downstairs.  Of course, because I'm desperate to see my husband and have an actual conversation with him, Bennett starts fussing.  Then crying.  (sigh)  It's going to be another long night.  (the night before he was awake until 11:30pm)

After a few minutes of crying, I finally muster the energy to trudge back upstairs and start the fight to get him to sleep.  Just as I'm heading up the stairs, I say to Chris "say a prayer that he'll go to sleep", but I didn't really expect anything from it.  But he prays.  He offers a up a quick "Jesus, help Benny to sleep" and off I go.  I make it up the last 8 steps and just as I'm about to open our bedroom door it's quiet.

I pause.  Still quiet.  Did he really just fall asleep?  Just now??

I wait some more.  Sweet silence coming from the room.  After another minute of listening, I tip toe back down the stairs, kind of stunned.  I can't believe he actually fell asleep.

I do believe that is one of the quickest answers to prayer I've ever received.  Thank you Jesus!  And it seems so trivial, but Chris and I were able to sit on the couch, snuggled together, talking about our day, just the two of us.  And Lord knows we needed that!

boys on an adventure

One thing I've learned about raising boys is how much they love adventure.  To conquer.  To rescue.  To win!  And these adventures seem to creep into our daily lives.  Chris takes them on "special missions" to buy eggs.  We go "treasure hunting" at rummage sales.

So in the spirit of adventure, I decided to take them on an exploration hike this week!  (Ok, that sounded way cooler than it actually was.  Really they I was just desperate to get out of the house in hopes that they'd stop fighting with each other for more than 26 seconds.)

And since this Wisconsin girl has just been aching lately for a forest (or the woods.  Heck, I'd even take a thick shelter belt), I decided to take them to the closest thing to a forest this part of South Dakota has to offer ..... the Outdoor Campus.

So we packed up the van and headed out.  And where to my city boys want to play as soon as we get there??  Inside!  GAH!!  And I could hear my mother's voice coming out of my mouth as I said "It's too nice out to play inside!!"  We're going on an adventure ... remember?  So I shooed them outside.  The Outdoor Campus actually has a lot of nice walking paths throughout their property.  Some are through the prairie grasses, but we followed the wooded paths.  Because I really miss trees.

This handsome-pants came along too :)  

city boys

And I would like to take a moment to pat myself on the back and tell you that I actually remembered to bring the bug spray!!  I think the skeeters love the woods just as much as I do and my poor Carter always seems to get bit the worst.  In fact, I was actually excited to try a new bug spray my friend Esther sent me.  She just started selling Radiantly You products and asked if I would try out the bug spray and give her some feedback.  So I sprayed the boys down and I am happy to say that we left the woods bug bite free!  And I love the fact that it wasn't stinky or sticky like regular bug spray.  It actually smelled like a sweet citronella.  Bonus yet that it's made with essential oils and not with "who knows what" chemicals.

Anyway, as we were "exploring" the boys found a toad!  Not gonna lie, I really didn't expect to find anything noteworthy.  (these boys seem to have an attention span of a mosquito)  But I was really glad we did and was I proud of the boys for actually holding it.  

(Note: the bug spray does NOT repel toad pee.  Just sayin'.)

Poor toad.  Holding on for dear life.

We walked as far as a two year old has stamina for (which is not that far) and we headed back to the main building.  The boys played on the different activities set up outside for quite a while and then we headed home.

All in all, I'd say it was a good adventure!

The age of wisdom ... err, something like that

When I was a freshman in high school I remember a conversation I had with my youth pastor.  He said "I can't wait until I'm 30."  By which I was really confused.  1) Because 30 seemed like 100 years away and really old and 2) who wants to get older??  So naturally I asked why?  

And he said something like "As you get older, you become wiser.  Just think how wise I will be when I'm 30!"

And that stuck with me.  (I'm sure he has no recollection of this conversation, but it clearly had an impact on me.)  So here I am.  Today.  On my 30th birthday.  And I, too, approached this day with anticipation.  I can say with fair certainly that I am indeed wiser, more mature, more seasoned than I was 10 years ago.  And certainly more so than when I had that conversation at the age of 14.  I've learned a lot of things, some of which the hard way, over the last three decades.  And for that, I'm thankful for 30.  Thankful for all the life experiences I've had.  It feels good to have a few more "grown-up years" under my belt.

Now I can only image how wise I'll be at 40.  But that's, like, 100 years away.  I don't need to think about that now.

five

And so it happened.  My dark, fuzzy headed, chubby cheeked baby who I knew for sure would be my baby forever turned five yesterday.  FIVE.  Five years ago I couldn't even imagine this day coming.

But it came.  And I couldn't be more proud of the young boy he's become!!

At five years old Brooks ....

has a tender heart

loves Jesus and going to his classes at church

is a great big brother

is a rule follower

does most things slowly

loves to ride his bike, play tennis, baseball, basketball & in general play outside

is very inquisitive

loves learning & reading books

plays often with his best friend, Jake

has an extensive vocabulary

adores his Daddy

approaches new things with caution

is very independent and loves to help around the house

is quite sensitive, both emotionally and physically

wants to be a "construction guy" when he grows up

is a "saver"

dives whole heatedly into things that interest him

is very friendly and sociable

loves going out and "doing things"

likes to watch movies and play video games

is really fun to talk to

Favorite things:

color green

hot dogs, chips, pineapple

candies & sweets

the Vikings

all things Mario

going to the arcarde

wearing no-sleeve shirts

Happy Birthday Brooks David.  I love you with all my heart and I am very proud to be your Mama.  I'm so glad that God made you a part of our family!!