Christmas Christmas Time is Here

I was going through pictures and videos the other day and came across a little nugget of Christmas cheer to help you get in the holiday spirit.

Here’s Miss Sunday (last Christmas, 2 1/2 years old), singing her rendition of The Chipmunk Song (Christmas Don’t Be Late). Please don’t miss the “Alvin!!!” part at the end.

And please, don’t let the cuteness slay you like it did me. Just kidding. No, I’m not. This is really cute.

Even if this child was not my offspring and did not inherit my amazing singing voice.

Anyhow. Christmas Time is here!!! I, too, can hardly stand the wait.

Halloween Magic

Well, its finally here…

The day of our year that most inspires our imagination.

The day where it is perfectly alright to eat candy for breakfast, lunch, supper and dessert.

The day when my kids actually look normal and have minions of other costumed children to blend in with.

Happy Halloween, everybody!!!

Thinking back over all of our past celebrations has left me a bit sentimental tonight, and I have a gut feeling that someday, I’ll painfully miss these days of playing dress-up with my kids. I have a deep affection for all holidays, but Halloween is truly special with its beautiful Fall backdrop and its cozy warmth and whimsy. And there is something so fulfilling about helping the innocent dreams of my children come true as I scour the internet and our closets to find costumes that will best help them look like their favorite characters.

This year is sure to be a special memory for all of us, and I’ll share more about that in the days and weeks to come…

But for now, I’d like to share with you the most special moment of last year’s Halloween. We had been busy, busy, busy, getting dressed in our pioneer costumes, meeting up with Jerry and Amy and the girls, taking lots of photographs, loading up into our covered wagon, trick-or-treating all over town, and I had been quite wrapped up in just keeping the festivities moving and keeping the children happy. We were at our last stop of the evening, a hustling and bustling Trunk-or-Treat at our town’s Assembly of God church, and we were stopping at each car to get candy, saying “hello!” and “how do you do?!” to townspeople we hadn’t seen in months, and the air was just positively thick with celebration and Halloweenish goodwill. That’s when I happened to look down and take notice of Miss Sunday, my fair-haired little Indian maiden.

She had reached up and taken my hand, and I noticed that her confident and bossy aura had been replaced by one that was subdued and watchful, and just for a couple breaths of a moment, I had the joy of seeing on her face one of the most beautiful facets of childhood. She was in awe. She was overwhelmed. She had slowed down in her running and gunning and had taken time to look around her and feel the wonder that a night of merriment with one’s family can bring. Halloween had captured her for a moment, and what I saw on her face and felt in her touch took me back to my own childhood, and the many similar moments I experienced growing up in our free and bountiful country. Moments so big and so over-the-top that the only thing I knew to do was sidle up close to my Mama and grab her hand, anchoring myself to what was normal and safe, even as my heart and my imagination were captured by what I saw taking place around me…

Trick-or-treating.

A hugely lit Christmas tree.

Musicians or actors on a stage.

Fireworks.

Sunday worship.

My heart would catch within me, and I would study the people and the scenery around me, trying to understand the mysteries of life and why we were doing what we were doing, sometimes unsure of how I felt about it, but mostly…happy. Especially with Mama by my side.

I can’t believe I’m the Mama now.

I can’t believe how wonderful it feels to anchor my little ones on their biggest days.

I can’t believe Halloween – and all the days in between – is even more magical now than it was then.

Life is beautiful. Enjoy celebrating it today!

And I’d love to hear from you…what are you dressing up as? What are your plans? Any special memories or funny stories to share?

Halloween Costumes = Family Fun (Part 1)

I love Halloween.

Always have.

Always will.

When Mr. Gore and I were first dating, it didn’t take long before I dragged him into the realm of my holiday madness. I’ll never forget our first Halloween as a couple. We dressed up in costume (I was a princess and he was a gangster), I made him an absolutely awful home-cooked meal (on accident, not on purpose), we went trick-or-treating at the homes of some of our friends, and then we went, in costume, to the movies – my giant puffy dress wafted up and over my theater seat, and I loved every minute…even though I hated the scary movie we watched with a passion.

Then we got married and moved to Kentucky. I cannot share a picture of the costume I wore that year, as we “stayed in” for our Halloween “party” (you know what I mean?)

Not surprisingly, the next year I was pregnant, and dressed as a miserable pregnant woman. Mr. Gore wore jeans and a t-shirt.

Had we lost our Halloween spirit? NO. WAY.

Because the next year we were joined by our first baby, and our Halloween spirit went up about 2,000 notches when I learned what fun could be had in dressing up as a family unit. Poor, poor Mr. Gore…

It should be noted that, I always come up with fun ideas and spend August and September being so excited about our costumes…until I am getting dressed on Halloween night. There, alone in my room, I berate myself for being such an IDIOT who still gets dressed up on a decidedly children’s holiday…

But that all washes away when I step into the living room and my kids just nearly die of excitement over what I’m wearing. Little ones are so very easy to impress, and I will gladly look like the dork of the century for them every October 31st, so long as they will enjoy it. And then probably when they don’t, just so I can embarrass them.

So. Our first Halloween with baby. Gideon was 7 months old and an absolute mizer. He didn’t like to be held by other people and he didn’t like festivities. Which was a problem, as Mr. Gore and I were playing a key role in our church’s Halloween festival…it was going to be loud and there were going to be lots of people there. Gid was sure to hate it. So I dressed him as a chicken (I glued a felt “beak” to his pacifier) and put him in a “nest” (a cheap laundry basket wrapped in burlap) of raffia, surrounded by Hobby Lobby craft eggs for him to play with. Throughout the entire party, he was able to be happily unsociable, and I was able to enjoy the party! Mr. Gore dressed as a gentleman farmer, and I was his doting wife, dressed in my Granny’s old pioneer costume that just happened to fit my new Mama body perfectly. I will admit, this was a very throw-together year for us – I spent very little time on our costumes (note the cardboard sign and the office clip), but we had such fun!

The next year was one of my favorite Halloween themes ever. We dressed as the “First Thanksgiving” – Mr. Gore was a pilgrim, I was an Indian maid, and Gideon was a turkey. We did not eat him. (and we kept news that I was pregnant again a secret until November – we didn’t want to get the Pilgrims in trouble).

No, I changed my mind…the NEXT year was my favorite theme ever. My brother and his wife (Amy! You know her!) had moved back to town, and we had more kids to play dress-up with us. Gideon was absolutely in love with Peter Pan at the time, and my little nieces were thrilled to play the part of Wendy and Tinkerbell. Mr. Gore reluctantly dressed as Mr. Smee, and I displayed just how much I love my kids by donning a faux mustache (my real one wasn’t impressive enough) and dressing as Captain Hook. I actually loved this costume, as I felt comfortably fashion forward with my knee-high boots, white ruffly sundress and black J. Crew 3/4-sleeve velvet dress coat (that I borrowed from my Mom). The hat came from the Disney Store, as did our Peter Pan costume (and all of these items are still being enjoyed today!). The sad news: I ordered a precious mermaid costume for Miss Sunday to wear, but it arrived the day AFTER Halloween. Tragedy.

The next year we went Biblical. Gideon was the young shepherd David, Rebekah was his little lamb, Mr. Gore was dumb Goliath and I was Goliath’s dumb groupie, who carried around a sign that said “Goliath Rocks!” (Get it? “rocks”…slingshot…yeah, it was the best I could do). We ordered some cool headgear off of Amazon, and the rest of our costumes were pieced together from our church’s closet full of nativity costumes. Rebekah’s lamb costume came from Chasing Fireflies (I think).

Man, that was fun. But now that I think about it…

the NEXT year (last year) was really my favoritest Halloween ever.

I love it so much, I’ve decided it needs its own post. Comin’ up tomorrow…

Magic Mike Who?

Perusing Pinterest today, I came across this photograph…

Do you know who this is?

Look again…

Know now?

Okay, I’ll tell you.

John Wayne.

1930.

I was shocked. I mean, I love The Duke as much as the next classic film lover, but I had NO idea that The Duke used to look like this. No wonder he went to Hollywood.

Sharing the photograph on Facebook, I wrote ‘”Magic Mike” needs to take a cue from this guy. Handsome speaks for itself, and dignity never goes out of style!!’

That, coupled with this article I read today, got me to thinking…

Aside from the basic moral wrongs of the hit film “Magic Mike”, and regardless of the glaringly obvious double standard found in its popularity (can you imagine Christian men on Facebook making enthusiastic status updates about seeing “Striptease” with all their married Christian buddies at the local theater?! God, forbid! The claws would come OUT), I’ve got a beef with this recent “harmless” avenue of entertainment.

I’m sure on a base level, Channing Tatum’s gyrating hips could get a woman riled up, as could the vulgar dance moves of Matthew McConaughey, especially if that woman is with a group of hooting and hollering female friends who make her feel like what she is viewing is harmless. I get it.

But make no mistake…

“Magic Mike” is no harmless film.

Entertainment like this cheapens true masculinity, and paints a deceptive picture of what women should get excited about in men.

So if you’ll indulge me, I would love to help remind my female sisters what “sexy” and “manly” really looks like…

A man who communes with his Creator daily and strives to live a life that glorifies God.

A man who works long hours and spends his hard-earned wages to care for his family and occasionally treat them to fun things like Cherry Limeades and Redbox rentals.

A man who reaches down to pick up his little girl when she trips and falls and holds her close until her tears are gone.

A man who gathers his children around him at night to tell them a story, no matter how late he got in from work.

A man who would never go see a movie about a group of female strippers, no matter how many people were saying it was okay.

A man who researches recipes on the internet and makes a huge and messy meal in the kitchen so his beloved doesn’t have to make supper one night.

A man who treats the elderly with respect and dignity by patiently listening to them tell stories about their glory days.

A man who tends to the azalea bushes by the front porch, clipping them down when they need it and watering them morning after morning after morning.

A man who hops up from his reading when he hears you doing the dishes and gives you a hand.

A man who thoughtfully answers every question his little boy has about “why?” and “how?” the world and everything in it works.

A man who leaves whatever he is doing to help you when your car breaks down.

A man who monitors his free time and plans his schedule wisely and fairly. If he gets a night out with his friends, you get one, too.

A man who gets up at night to fix the baby a bottle while you lay drooling on your pillow.

A man who gives up an unneeded PhD so he can spend more time with his family.

A man who comes home with the new book you’ve been wanting, and its not even your birthday.

A man who has trained his eyes to look away from other women, even when they look better than you do.

A man who is humble enough to grow, long after he has become an adult.

A man who wants you and finds his satisfaction in you, and you alone, after many years of marriage and fidelity.

A man with happy wrinkles around his eyes that prove how many times he has smiled at you.

A man who sets up controls on his computer to avoid even the temptation to look at pornography.

A man who has dignity and modesty and self-control.

A man who refuses to speak profanity and hushes others when they use it in your vicinity.

A man who would give his life for you and the children, in a heartbeat.

A man who says “I do”…for better or for worse…for richer or poorer…in sickness and in health…forever.

Men like this don’t exist, you say?

Oh yes, they do.

My husband and little girl, before their first Daddy Daughter Date Night.

My Daddy, napping with my daughter on the back porch after a long, hot day at work.

My father-in-law, Mike, one of the most kind and gentle men I’ve ever known, who loves his family likes he loves his life.

My brother, Jerry, investing in his daughter by coaching her softball team for the 3rd year in a row.

Our friend, Zac, walking and having a deep and intentional talk with our son, Gideon.

Our friend, Ben, who moved across the country to marry the love of his life.

My brother, Pete, playing on the floor in a cardboard box with his son, Brett.

My friend, Kenneth, a World War II vet who has been married to his lovely wife for 65 years this month.

my brother-in-law, Todd, with his wife and baby girl. He might be the baby of the family, but he has grown into a fine man, husband and father.

My husband and our friend, Joe, cooking a Chinese supper for me and Joe’s wife, Kara. Both of them had been working all day long.

Our friend, Brian, moved his family to our tiny town so they could be a part of our church. His job is nearly an hour away.

Our friend, Bird, pushing his daughter, Izzy, on the swing on his day off. When this man isn’t working for his family, he is LIVING for them.

Our friend, Frank, loves the Lord and the ones God has entrusted to him with unwavering faithfulness.

My oldest brother, Matt (the one in the middle – who always hides from my camera!) is an amazing husband and son, and a true man of God.

And seriously, that’s just off the top of my head, and easily accessible in my last 6 months of pictures. My church and my family are full of men who work hard, who love deeply, and who serve God faithfully. They define masculinity and dignity…

and they make Magic Mike and all his buddies look like total dweebs.

“But I don’t know any men like this!” you say?

Well that’s what this guy is for.

He reportedly made 250 movies…

and not a one of them is about a male stripper named Mike.

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