The "WHYs" of Christmas... Part I

While scrolling through the photos from our holidays, I was wondering how I could post some of the better ones in a more "interesting" way. Let's just say that I didn't have to look too long before I realized just how "interesting" the pictures were all on their own.

Let me put it another way. As I looked at the pictures, I kept repeating to myself the question, "Why?"

"Why is my son making that face?"

"Why are that person's eyes closed... again?"

"Why is my hair lookin' like that?"

"Why did I think that would make a good picture?"

And, why... why... why...

So. Here are some of our memorable moments.

And some of the "why" ones, too.


We started our Christmas in the best possible way. With the children from our Chapel presenting the Christmas story. The boy had a speaking part and a solo, and I helped some of the other moms direct.

Why are kids in crazy costumes singing Christmas carols so darn cute?


Why does this make me teary-eyed?


And...Why do 9 and 10 year old boys feel the need to pose like rappers?



After the musical entertainment at Chapel, we headed over to the Smith's house for a "Birthday Party for Jesus."

Why did our son make such instant friends with our friends' children?


Why did God bring me these amazing friends? How did He know I needed them?


And...why do parties have moments like this? Who thought plastic knives were a good idea?



Once school was out, we headed down to Pensacola for a visit with the Urquhart side o' the family. Sadly, Dan's Papa's health is declining due to his cancer. So, we spent a lot of time at his bedside in the Rehabilitation Hospital. On a lighter note, we "visited" with everyone and exchanged gifts. Dan and his dad also spent an entire afternoon roasting and eating fresh oysters. (See below for my opinion on this.)

Why does seeing these two girls all grown up and "teen-agey" make feel like an old woman? (That's a cute little boyfriend in there, too!)


Why is this a little frightening? Yep... that's Nana's dryer. And why is he in it anyway?



Why does this make my husband SO happy?


Why do these even qualify as food? (I know... some of you LOVE them.)


And... Why (no matter how hard I try or how often I try or how they are prepared) do I HATE them so? (I tried, folks... see? I can't even get the critters down. I spit this one in the bushes PROMPTLY after the photo was taken!)


And... Why (despite the sadness of it) is this one of my favorite pictures from the trip?



I think that'll do for now. Supper hasn't been made (or even planned), homework has to be checked, and intuition tells me my son just went outside to play without a jacket.