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Saturday, December 31, 2011

Happy New Year!

Below is our Christmas poem/letter.  I've mailed, emailed and Facebooked this baby, so it's likely you've already seen it, but if not, enjoy!  I do have some fun pictures from our trip to Illinois over Thanksgiving, and hopefully, one day soon, I'll do a post about that.  Other than that, we're gearing up for the truly cold weather that will come, and keeping busy with many things.  I'm currently working through a study on the Gifts of the Spirit, and have thought that I might put some findings/musings on my blog, but that is not a promise :-)

I hope you all are having a wonderful holiday season!



‘Twas a Night of Reflection

‘Twas a night of reflection at the LaRock house,
  with Pete on the couch snuggled up to his spouse.
They sat there in silence (a commodity dear)
and pondered upon what had happened that year.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds
 while Nurse and Buzz Lightyear danced in their heads.
Mom and dad settled down with some ice cream to share.
 For the last thirteen minutes they’d had not a care.

Then out of Sam’s room there arose such a scream,
as dragons and cowboys invaded his dream.
Mom and dad sighed as he settled back down
 and began to reflect on their 2-year old clown.

With his pretty brown eyes and mischievous grin,
 an adorable portrait of original sin.
Whole new phrases he’ll utter without missing a beat,
 like “hey babe,” “mommy, hold you,” and “get sumpin’ to eat?”

If you help, “Fank you much” he might happily say,
 or instead he might holler, “Sammy do it, go away!”
But after he’s naughty, he’s quick to relay,
“I sorry, I love you, yes daddy, okay.”

Christmas Eve last found but one LaRock boy,
but this May brought another new bundle of joy.
The newest arrival at Casa LaRock,
 Marcus kept his folks busy both halves of the clock.

True to his Cole roots - a timely man surely -
he was on the scene quick, and he came a bit early.
With blue eyes, red hair and a calm lack of drama,
this chill little pork chop takes after his mama.

Both Marcus and Sam find daddy’s touch calmin’,
and cackle with glee when their tums he’s nom-nommin’.
Used to be when dad left home for work Sam would cry,
now it’s, “gimme a kiss, see ya later, bye bye!”

With workin’ and babies this husband and wifey
 have pretty much given up personal lifey.
Their kids bring frustration, but mostly elation
(more than anything else, they bring sleep deprivation.)

With dates intermittent, but treasured and sweet,
 they love moments together, no matter how fleet.
In the summer they hike and enjoy berry pickin’,
 in the fall, hit the beach, a tradition that’s stickin’.

Pete keeps himself busy with job one and job two,
 looking out for this little Winchestrian crew.
He enjoys double dates (when they have babysitting),
 he’ll go hunting or fishing, time and weather permitting.

Julie trains when she can in foul weather or fair,
last year’s 13 mile run time she hopes this year to pare.
The domestic experience Julie’s still learning,
 with days full of clean-up and couch cushion turning.

Don’t think they’re complaining, they’ve loved this last year,
 looking forward with Christ they have nothing to fear.
God has provided far more than their wishes,
so, on diapers!  On laundry!  On cooking! On dishes!

They snarfed that last bite of cold, sweet ice cream,
 and realized that they lived a wonderful dream.
Their home was so full of laughter and love,
and they knew that all of it came from above.

Merry Christmas from our family to yours!  Luke 1 and 2

Every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights,
who does not change like shifting shadows.  James 1:17