The end of our year finds us visiting with family in Ohio.

The end of our year brought a Christmas celebration where Fuller received a tricycle and Tebow enjoyed the paper.

The end of our year allowed us to delight in some snow.

The end of our year has brought us sick little boys who break my heart with their coughing, sniffling, fevers, and (only recently) vomiting.

The end of our year has us remembering the addition of a son and seeing a little boy turn into a big brother.

The end of our year lets us reflect on trips taken, family visited, and sights seen.

The end of our year shows us how blessed we are for the gifts God has given us and the multiple ways in which He has provided.

The end of our year has us looking forward to the next year to see exactly what’s in store for our family.

Hi, I’m Tebow.

It’s been a while, but here I am.
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I told Fuller this morning we would go to the park. I wasn’t counting on the temperature to be below 40 when I told him. So when Tebow woke up from his morning nap (which was later because he had a check up this morning), Fuller was ready to run out the door to the playground.

I tried to talk him out of it, but he was adamant we head to the playground. I made him bundle up and he still wanted to go. I bundled Tebow up (he wasn’t happy about the gloves and hat), put him on my back, bundled myself up, and we walked over there.

I wasn’t surprised that there was no one there. I had forgotten about the mud (storms on Tuesday), so that made me even more eager to get back home. But Fuller was still adamant.

So he “played” by walking around the park carefully (trying not to get in the mud) and climbed a few things. When Tebow’s shoe fell off I decided we all had enough. So with the promise of watching a Christmas show at home, we left quickly. It was warmer at home anyway.

It’s amazing how something can change in less than twenty-four hours.

Fuller lost his first tooth! It wasn’t traumatic and I didn’t have to pull it out for him (yeah!), it just kind of popped out. He’s very happy and keeps running to the mirror to check out his new smile.

Now we have to negotiate the Cash for Teeth program and figure out what the heck to do with the little lone tooth sitting on the kitchen island. Seriously, what do you do with your kid’s teeth?

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The situation is this: I have been given an imaginary $500 to spend at the online retailer Ramblers Way. With the imaginary $500 I need to decide what to spend it on…

First, I should explain, Rambler’s Way is the online store for Rambler’s Way Farm. They raise sheep to create worsted wool garments, meant for next-to skin use. Some might call it underwear. I think of it as long johns, which sounds less dainty than underwear.

And if you are thinking, “Wool? Isn’t that scratchy?” Well, then you don’t know wool. This wool is superfine meaning it is super soft. So I can see where using it for long johns (or long janes) might be appealing- wool is water repellent, has natural odor control, and excellent insulation.
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We took the boys to see Santa at the Choo Choo yesterday. While we don’t “do” Santa at home, we are open to photo ops of all kinds.

Fuller hasn’t grown up with Santa as his provider of gifts. He is well aware there is a Santa story somewhere in the Christmas mix, but it was recently evident to me how there are still some things we should talk about.

When we were leaving our viewing of Annie, Santa was around for kids to see and have a photo op. The line was quickly getting long and I was ready to go back to Mom’s, so I told Fuller we would find Santa somewhere in Chattanooga. My mom made a comment about how Santa is split up during the holidays so you see him in lots of places.

Fuller’s response was to loudly proclaim, “Well, I KNOW Santa is just make believe…”

Fuller was in the midst of crowd of parents and young children. I could have gone through the floor.

While I am happy that our son understands Santa isn’t real, I am NOT in the business of ruining other families’ Christmas practices. So we had to have a quick, hushed conversation about how some kids do think Santa is real and he should just keep quiet for now.