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Christmas at Home

For our last Christmas in the States, we decided it was important to do Christmas Eve and Christmas morning at home– go to our church’s service, have Sam sleep in his own bed and open presents by his own tree. Everything in our lives is pretty crazy right now, and honestly so was this night. (Remember those two kids we have?) But there was a little peace in being at home.

You can imagine Sam’s delight at getting to sit with friend-of-friends Maggie at church. You can also imagine how impeccable his behavior was. Right.

When I told Sam “During part of church, you get to go up and sit with Pastor Dave!” he took me very seriously. He has never been to a children’s sermon before, but marched right up there like a pro.

Given the option several times to go to his “class,” he insisted on sitting through the whole service, and did a pretty good job. (Although you’ll note the blur.)

Gaffer’s lighting skills came in handy for the money Christmas shot.

And the more-realistic followup. (Sorry, Dad.)

Sam enjoys the traditional Hunt Christmas Eve meal of spaghetti & meatballs. (We’re working on him and red sauce. It’ll come.)

Christmas morning, a great surprise: matching PJ’s! “I wearing my Foard PJ’s! And Foard wearing his Sam PJ’s!”

Gaffer and his boys.

Best thing about a 2-year-old at Christmas: He had no idea there would be presents until the moment we opened them. I don’t think it’ll go like that next year.

Cars have taken over our house. Sam has seen the movie twice and has no clue about the plot, except that the cars “have eyes and a nose and a mouf.”

Christmas was off to a banner start! Stay tuned for more…


Christmas Eve Eve

The night of the 23rd our prayer quad families (Kulps, Dirks, Dyers, Hunts) gathered at the Kulps’ for Christmas festivities. We had snacks, sang carols with the kids, watched the kids cut laps through the house, and then put them all to bed in various locations before commencing grownup fun.

We are a productive bunch. Average age 28.6, with kid-per-fam average of 2.25.

The fact that Celia is in camo makes this picture extra awesome.

Here’s a video taste of the sweetness and hilarity:


Daaaa Bearss.

The week before Christmas we took our traditional trip to Uptown Charlotte to see the singing bears. This time it was a full-out prayer quad affair with our several children.

We got to ride the trolley, which probably would have been enough of an adventure for the kids.

Then we commandeered the back quarter of the dining area.

The Kulp girls, big kids who go to school, have the best lunch gear.

Melissa and Carrie did some practice rounds with the (empty) stroller to tackle M’s phobia.

Bennett will always have a place in my heart, not least because her arrival made M want kids at least 6 months earlier than she otherwise would have.

Sam scooted up right next to Cel in the front row. (Later he had to be told that he couldn’t just shove other kids away from their spot on the front row.)

Escalators are actually a great wind-down-the-clock tool.

Finally, the kids (sans Dirks) got to live out the dream: climbing on the giant hand that every Uptown kid notices every Sunday on the way to church.