Well it turns out that Jacob has inherited the post Christmas blues from us. His first Christmas we were intent on leaving mama and daddy's house and going home on Christmas day. We waited until late afternoon and drove the 27 miles home. Jacob was 3 months old and asleep. Heath and I really couldn't even look at each other. We got home and I got the baby and Heath got his Christmas stuff and we went in through different doors. We met in the middle and both of us were crying. The thought of being in that house with the wilted Christmas decorations was almost too much. We stood there and hugged and sobbed and Heath said...wanna go back? So we repacked clothes and bottles and we drove that 27 miles right back to Yazoo where the wilted Christmas decorations were at least surrounded by family. My momma and daddy laughed at us...do to this day...but I know that they were thrilled that we came back. Sometimes its just so good to stretch out those good days as best you can.
Jacob had a great christmas this year. He spent time with his cousins...all of them. Aden and Sara got scooters from Jacob and with mountains of wrapping paper and hills of boxes and mounds of toys scattered everywhere, the 3 of them rode those scooters more than anything.
After we came home Christmas Night, we all were a little grumpy, a lot sad and ready to find something to occupy our minds. Heath and I began the process of moving Jacob into the back room. He has been dissatisfied with his blue room...mostly because he is pretty sure that his bunk beds will fit in our green room. he likes it. It has room for his computer, his TV, and his 1000 toys. here's a pic of him playing today with his moonsand. if it will load
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