Archive for December, 2009

christmas memories: abbey v. a high place

December 29, 2009 2 comments

The video speaks for itself:

We are proud of Abbey for her new climbing skills – now we just have to work on her ability to problem solve herself down from high places.


christmas memories: for the family

December 29, 2009 5 comments

This is a massively long post that only our family could love.

Move on to a more punchy blog post (here or here) or brace yourself for the long haul…

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Here is our Christmas morning, beginning to end (almost):

If you like babies in cute hats, this next video is for you:

And now a Christmas shout out from the Wilsons and a tiny baby playing with wrapping paper:

Last clip!

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Upon devouring the traditional Christmas cinnamon rolls, we experienced the joy of a Christmas morning family nap and then went to our the Roberts’ to celebrate Christmas with good friends from church.

Overall, a wonderful and merry Christmas was had by all!

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Please comment if you managed to watch all of these clips, you deserve to be publicly praised for your marathon-like viewing of YouTube clips.

christmas memories: abbey v. nativity

December 26, 2009 1 comment

This Christmas, Abbey’s first, came with innumerable wonderful memories for our little family.

Fortunately for you and for us, a camera is never far from the hands of Daddy and Mommy, so many of these classic moments are available to be enjoyed for many years to come.

Beth’s favorite from the holiday season results in peals of laughter every time we watch it, so enjoy:

Now a tough parenting question, “do you root for Abbey and laugh? or do you teacher her that she is not supposed to eat tiny Joseph, Mary, Jesus, or even the wise men?”

genesis of a fire pit

December 18, 2009 6 comments

Once, a long time ago, a “fire pit” was actually a pit filled with fire.

Thankfully, society has begun to think outside of the pit – to reconfigure new ways to contain a hot mass of embers and flaming log, but to do it in such a way that the charm of the phrase “fire pit” remains.

“How could this be possible?”

This is a question that you probably have in mind at this very moment.

Fortunately for me, some questions simply have no answer, so rather than giving you a history lesson on the phrase “fire pit” I will give you a photo essay on the non-pit “fire pit” that now resides in my back yard:

1.  The Solid Foundation

Concrete pavers neatly packed on an even patch of ground excavated by Mike Evans and myself

2. The Magic Circle

Some have been foolish enough to attempt the construction of a beautiful “fire pit” without prior planning, that planning demands that you draw a healthy circle (“the fire”) on your sturdy foundation of well laid concrete pavers.

3. The Dry Run

Even more foolish still are those masons of “fire pits” who haul stones all the way to their backyard, unnecessarily, and fail to utilize the driveway to build a beautiful “faux fire pit”  directly beside their pile of stones (this prevents unnecessary back strain).

4. Relocation

Now that the “fire pit” is magnificently assembled in the driveway, it is time to relocate the stone structure and reassemble the stones – thereby rendering the “faux fire pit” faux no mo’.

5. The Inspection

Add the last level of stone and then call the professionals – make sure an expert reviews your work for thoughtless mistakes and aesthetic flaws.

6. Fire in the Pit

Having removed the little baby from the “fire pit” (!!!!), it is now time to pillage construction sites and trash cans for waste scrap wood to ignite a glorious fire and, thereby, christen the “fire pit” and enjoy the beauty of flickering flames dancing between the stones.

And therein is the genesis of the “fire pit” (that lives in my backyard)

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Anybody want to come roast marshmallows and drink coffee or hot chocolate?

Anybody have tree stumps they want to donate for my viewing comfort as I sit on them and watch the fire?

Anybody want to tell the story of their very own fire pit?

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Photo credits to Mike Evans (or “My Kevins” as Beth prefers to pronounce it)

beth’s sufferings

December 17, 2009 3 comments

Two days ago the thermometer showed 45 degrees.

We were taking our Christmas card photos – I felt fine, Abbey was fine, but Beth was prancing in circles like an arctic elf engaged in some pagan fire dance.

I thought Beth was going to shrivel up and die as we stood in that field at the foot of a century old barn.

At first I was baffled, I didn’t marry a sissy girl who couldn’t handle a chill on the wind.

Then it hit me, this baby bundled up in my arms was inside of Beth last year.

This sweet cherubic child was an internal space heater nestled in her mother’s womb.

Beth didn’t really experience the winter a year ago.

What an incredible year its been.

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Big thanks to Ben Peacock and Cari Phillips for the fantastic Christmas photos!

***Disclaimer: this image is not on the Christmas card, no “spoiler alerts” necessary.

the AORBS are out in force

December 14, 2009 1 comment

I just got a text from Beth: “I just saw an AORBS”

That’s right, the AORBS are out in force this time of year … but you are going to want to make sure you check their licenses before you use their services this Christmas season.

AORBS are everywhere right now …. perched in malls, lounging in department stores, parading through the streets flocked by legions of adoring fans and diminutive deputies.

Jolly they are – but can you trust these Nicolatian Saints?

That depends on the blend of AORBS you come across, the good Santas vs. the bad Santas.

The Amalgamated Order of Real Beard Santas vs. the Amalgamated Order of Real Bearded Santas.

Behind this controversy is a story you have to hear to believe, a story that includes Santa Clause fisticuffs and very little joviality … children beware following the Santa link or overhearing the episode of This American Life it will direct you to.

You’ve been warned – let the AORBS civil war commence!

(Click image below and drag audio to minute 21 to get to the good stuff)

Update: the link has been down off-and-on.  It looks like a problem with the site – so just try back soon and it should (hopefully) be working again.

rewilson’s lull

December 14, 2009 1 comment

Ever had one of those days when you

a) don’t feel like talking,

b) don’t really have anything to say, or

c) don’t really have the time to talk even if you had something you felt like saying?

Well, I’ve had one of those months.

Sorry for fleeting disappointments I may have caused you when you clicked on our blog and, yet again, saw no updates.

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The Fall semester at Union and at Southern Baptist Theological Seminary (where I am wrapping up my Masters degree) are over.

So, the Wilsons will try to cultivate better communication skills for the sake of friends and fam.