If Moms Wrote Christmas Songs

If moms wrote Christmas songs, they’d be a bit different than the songs we all know. I think they might go something like this instead…***


Twelve Days of Christmas

On the Twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me:

Twelve smiles and giggles

Eleven smelly diapers

Ten loads of Laundry

Nine temper tantrums

Eight undone projects

Seven shirts with spit up

Six carpet stains

Five great big hugs

Four naps refused

Three meals to cook

Two dogs to chase

And a break down in Wal-Mart

All I Want For Christmas

All I want for Christmas

Is my kids to sleep

My kids to sleep

Oh my kids to sleep

If I could only have two kids who sleep

then I might have a Merry Christmas

It’s been so long since I could say

That I woke up feeling slightly rested

Deck the Halls

Deck the halls with lots of cookies

Fa la la la la la la la la

Tis the season to be eating

Fa la la la la la la la la

Don we now our stretchy pants

Fa la la la la la la la la

Momma’s rear is getting bigger

Fa la la la la la la la la

Joy to the World

Joy to the world

The toddler’s asleep

I thought she’d last all night

But Santa’s running late

The presents still aren’t wrapped

The stockings are not stuffed

 The tree is falling down

The tree

The tree

The tree fell down

*** I’m no song writer (clearly)… Let’s just pretend any faulty rhythm is intentional, shall we?

Feel free to add your own songs, or additional verses in the comments.


A Rock Named Courage


Gracie brought me this little rock one day as we were out walking around in the sun. You know how children love to give trinkets and gifts. I get rocks all the time. I always say thank you for my humble gift, carry it a while, then drop it.

I kept this one though, because it came with a name. “Here, Momma. It’s your courage.”

When a 2 year old gives you Courage…well…

Gracie has an extensive vocabulary for her age; she picks up new words all the time and we often wonder where she gets them, and how she knows to use them correctly. I assume this new word came from one of her favorite movies – a Mickey Mouse Clubhouse version of The Wizard of Oz.

Regaurdless of where she heard the word, little Gracie chose to give me Courage that day.

I think we all need a little more courage today. We need courage to do what is right despite strong opposition. We need courage to speak our minds; and then stand by what we say. We need courage to trust people who are different than ourselves. We need courage to love. To give even when we feel stretched thin. To be bold. To be ourselves. We need courage.

So, I keep my little rock named Courage. It sits in a small wooden bowl beside the sink. Right in there with chapstick and a ring or two.

I see my little rock everyday. It’s a good reminder to be Courageous.













Sharing Christmas

This has been rattling around in my head for a few days, I’ve just been unable to verbalize it. I’m still not sure this will make any sense, but here it goes anyway.

I don’t think Christmas is a Christian holiday anymore. More than that, I think I’m okay with that idea.

You have NO idea how hard it is for me to accept and say that! You see, I LOVE Christmas. I love the songs (hubby will tell you, I sing them randomly all year…he hates that.) I love the Bible passage in Luke 2:1-20 (I basically have it memorized, and read it occasionally through out the year.) I love shopping for others. I love packing Operation Christmas Child shoe boxes. I love dressing up for a Christmas party or two. I love the big family get-togethers. I love to set out my Nativity scenes. I love our little table top tree. I love wrapping gifts. I love outdoor lights. I love the Salvation Army Bell ringers. I love it all. But — I don’t think it’s so much a Christian holiday anymore.

Before some of you readers block this blog for “inappropriate content” let me explain what I think Christmas is now, and then I’ll move on to Christian holidays.

First, I think Christmas is a time for childhood wonder. It’s a time for the young and old to look deep in their memory banks and smile at the good times in the past. And for those who have experienced past Christmases that brought pain and sadness; it’s a time to create new, wonderful memories that will hopefully begin to heal those old wounds. I think Christmas is a time for us to stop thinking about ourselves and think about others (after-all, isn’t that exactly what Christ did?) It’s a time for family and friends to hug one another and say “I love you.” It’s a time to celebrate, give, bless, sing… be children again, for a short season.

Instead of Christians getting all up in arms about something silly (like…I don’t know… a coffee cup), we should remember that the rest of America has the same freedom of religion that we claim they want to take from us. I’m not saying we should roll over on Christian issues of importance. Heaven forbid we cow down to abortion. And, yes, we should work to protect America’s morals, starting in our own homes. But we can’t force a love for Christ on others. And even if we were capable of doing so, that was never His plan. From the very beginning God gave humans the ability to CHOOSE to obey him. And yet, here we are trying to take that ability away from our fellow man, and expecting them to “love” Christ because “we’re a Christian nation.”

I absolutely wish every one in America was a Christian, but we aren’t winning souls by whining about things. We aren’t letting Christ’s light shine in us by complaining that “Christmas is so commercialized.” I doubt a single soul has ever been won through an argument over saying “Merry Christmas.”

So, let’s let non-Christians join us in celebrating childhood wonder! Let’s sing Jingle Bells, and go shopping before Thanksgiving. Let’s put up trees, deck our halls, and have fun. We can read the story of Christ’s birth any day of the year. We can keep Nativities up year around. And we can certainly celebrate our Lord’s ultimate gift. Seems to me we can influence a lot more souls for the kingdom by spreading JOY instead of begrudging others some Christmas fun!

Anyway, we don’t even know when Jesus was born. December 25th is just a day we chose. Want to protect a holiday? Protect Easter. We know that date is right.

I am the Reason we Haven’t Potty Trained

I am the reason we haven’t potty trained. Those words sting more than a little as they filter around in my head. It’s my fault we still buy pull-ups. It’s my fault 2 year old Gracie still doesn’t use the potty with anything close to consistency. Me, Myself, and I are to blame. Ouch.

The truth is I’m afraid to commit to potty training. I’m genuinely nervous about the whole prospect. So, for over a year we have “potty trained.” Gracie knows how to use the potty. On very rare occasions she will tell me she needs to go. Some times I manage to consistently take her potty for a week or two in a row. But then we flop again. I make another excuse. And we stop.

The problem is diapers are comfortable. They’re neat — mess free, for the most part. I can change a pull-up in the car. I can change one on the bed. Or I can change one standing in the bathroom, either at home or in a store.

But the potty… Well, that’s a whole new deal. With the potty comes accidents in big girl pants. Accidents mean dropping everything to clean the floor/couch/car seat/whatever and change all of baby girl’s clothes. With the potty comes managing a toddler in a public bathroom. (I don’t even get to go in  public bathrooms! With a toddler AND, right now, a little brother who neither stands on his own, nor does he still ride in an infant seat) Where would brother go while Gracie potties in Wal-mart?! The potty means emergency stops on car trips (read “on the way to church” since that is over an hour away.) And so, at 29 months old we are still not potty trained, or even making good progress that direction.

I guess it sounds silly to be afraid of something that will ultimately be so freeing. I could just let her go and not worry about her diaper, if she were potty trained. It’s crazy that I make excuses to put off something so helpful. But I do. I make all sorts of excuses — we’re about to move, we just moved, we’ll be traveling soon, we just got back from a trip, she’s tired, I’m tired… you get the point. I suppose it seems like potty training is like sentencing myself to never getting to leave the house — ever — until Gracie has fully grasped the potty, timing when to go, and all the rest.

Maybe this is the week we trade in the pull-ups for panties, put a stool next to the potty, and just dive in head first. Maybe.

A New Tradition

All traditions have to start some where. And all new families have to create their own. I’m so excited about our new “tradition,” starting this year. I know it’s too early for a lot of people to be thinking about Christmas, but mother’s start planning and shopping early (at least this mother does!) And I wanted to share this idea in time for others to adopt it as well.

Our little family of four lives in the Texas Panhandle, but our parents, grandparents, and siblings are all waaaay across the state in the piney woods of East Texas. This means holiday traveling every year. We have learned to rotate and not try to make all of the events. For example we go home for Thanksgiving in even years, and we go for Christmas in odd years. But even not trying to go for every event it can be hard to have good stable traditions. We can’t put the tree up on Thanksgiving every year. Nor could we haul 7-10 wrapped books back with us to open every night leading to Christmas Eve (though, that sounds like an awesome tradition and I’m jealous of the folks who get to do that one.) Our traditions have to be simple; and that is exactly what this new one is.


Starting this year, and from now on, every year at least until the children are grown (probably longer =) ) we will be getting new Christmas PJs on thanksgiving! What mom doesn’t love shopping for adorable jammies for her little ones?! And of course, we love the Christmas PJs, with Santa, snow flakes, and bright red and green. But really it makes no sense to buy them if your kids don’t get to wear them BEFORE Christmas Eve! The way I see it, jammies are a must. Our kiddos need something warm to sleep in, and if they wear Santa for 2 months after Christmas, I’m okay with that. This is a simple thing that I can do every year, no matter where we spend Thanksgiving.

I can’t wait to take pictures of my babies all decked out in the latest holiday bed time fashion!