Merry Christmas to all!

I don't give much time to blogging. I'm sure I'll regret it in later years. Here's yet another attempt to get back into it. Anyway, here are some of our Christmas photos. I love the one where dear daughter is looking a bit put out with her zany boys.

Tornado Watch in November

Here we are in the middle of November under a tornado watch until 4 a.m. It freaks my youngest out completely. I don't know why he feels so afraid. Maybe he became unnaturally frightened by a storm as a child but honestly I don't remember a specific time. I know our tough but sweet Wolfie dog would howl and try to get under heavy boulders we have around our yard when a storm would hit. Maybe he watched her freak out and thought, "Hmmm, if this tough watch dog is scared of thunder, I ought to be too." He's very logical like that, even as a three year old. So, here we are, seven years later with a child who wants to crawl in our bed to wait out the storm. Poor guy, I don't know how to make it okay. I suppose he'll have to outgrow it, but our daughter is nearly 22 and still terrified of spiders. That's a whole other story.

Just got back from a cruise to the Bahamas aboard the same ship, "Monarch of the Seas", that we discovered we were pregnant with Michael ten years ago! I'm still swaying as if still on the boat. It takes me about 2 weeks to fully get over that effect. Strange. Anyway, here's a picture of the kids off the ship in Nassau.

Christmastime for the Wax Family

We spent time here in North Carolina before and up until Christmas Day and then on the 26th we headed south, deep south to spend time with my parents and my husband's family in Mississippi. We have done this every Christmas since we moved to North Carolina in 1989. That is a lot of miles and that's not counting the times in between Christmases we've gone back for visits. I don't think we'd know what to do were we not traveling at Christmastime. It just seems natural. We've adjusted our plans to suit our growing family. At first, we would all pile in various spots around the houses, on couches, on floors, in a spare bed, wherever we'd fit. As we had more kids and they kept getting bigger (they tend to do that, you know), we decided we'd be better off staying in a motel. This has changed our attitudes greatly. Now we can squirrel away when we're feeling squirrely, yet still get in nice long visits. It really makes us look more forward to the trips and we've really learned to like egg tacos, the breakfast of choice at the Holiday Inn Express. Mind you, we are very tired of it by the time we are heading home, but not so much that we aren't looking forward to it the next trip....besides, you can always eat cereal.