Christmas here in the Mitchell house has come and gone. And while I considered typing out a deep post about how we spent the last 2 weeks explaining to our kids the true meaning of Christmas, (which in our house, among the adults, is an undisputed, Jesus came to earth).. it seems that will not be happening this year. One, because Mickey Mouse, Santa Claus, and Jesus are still all in the running for first place on Callie's list of whose most important.. and Two, this is my blog, and I'm in the mood for a bit more light hearted approach. Don't get me wrong, every time Callie looked at her pile of gifts and asked where more presents were, I gently tried to remind her of why she got presents in the first place. But to a desperate 4 year old who is just trying to keep up with the other kids piles, in that moment, they are lost words. So I'm thinking this year, maybe we will start our preaching in July, and shut up come December.
Here is a Chronological list of the Mitchell/Johnson/Mitchell Christmas of 2010:
1. Kevin and I had a wonderful little family Christmas here the Saturday before the big day. Just to make sure that my stockings didn't go to waste.
2. A few days later, we enjoyed some fantastic adult only time when my Mom and Dad took the kids to Columbus a few days early.
3. Which resulted in a shopping spree to Banana Republic for me! Courtesy of Kevin being super tired at work, having no kids around, and just plain feeling nice. (What can I say... the guy likes to spend when he's stressed. I'm not complaining).
4. My first day in Columbus, my sister and I enjoyed duel haircuts/ color. I've been scarred too many times from doosies.. and Kevin is pre-programmed to think that crying after a haircut is typical business. This one though had no tears, no freak outs, and I am loving being a slight blond again. I was born to be one.. even if my roots weren't. The only downside? Rachel and I have both come down with a suspicious rash. Coincidence? You be the judge. I don't care though. I'll take a rash with a great hair style any day.
5. We celebrated so many Christmases it seems like a blur now. Johnson side, Mitchell side, Mitchell extended side. They were all filled with our incredible families, so many screeching little kids that you just have to join in... and lots, and lots, and lots of food.
6. Jack and Charlie decided to shock us and started sleeping in big beds. I know, I know. My doctor tells me I'm late on the up take on this one. But they loved their cribs. And since he wasn't about to make house calls to make sure that they stayed in their beds at night, Kevin and I were putting it off as long as possible. Remarkably though, ,they've been so good. I only found them co-jumping once so far. They've got to celebrate independence somehow.
7. We spent some quality time in my parents new hot-tub. Or if you ask my nephew Eli.. the ocean. Or if you ask Jack.. the Pool. If you ask me.. it's just plain awesome to have a huge bath that the entire family can fit it.
8. I got to catch up with some dear friends from high school who although live in very different places in the United States, somehow we have all managed to stay close and true to each other. It's a great honor to have friends like that.
9. Today, our last day, we went to what I think will be my favorite place on earth. It's called Sky Zone. And it's a huge building filled with nothing else but an indoor trampoline. Oh yes, my friends. It's as cool as it sounds.
10. Overall, we had a blast. We love our families so much, and are lucky that they are all here to love on us when we visit. We feel very fortunate to have two home bases. And although some days our hearts may ache more for one than the other, we know that we are where God wants us to be at this stage in our lives. We are happy to take on this new year in a city that we are beginning to love, with friends that we have fallen in love with already.
Happy New Year to everyone!
PS. Pictures to follow... but we are having technical issues. The issue being I left my camera cord at home. Oops.
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