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Mamas, Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Kiwis

Don't let your babies grow up to be kiwis.

I didn’t take a single photo on Christmas Day. And you know what? I don’t regret it. No pictures meant no adjusting camera settings, no asking people to stop and smile, and no creeping around taking candids. I was able to just soak in the day with my family.

It was a wonderful day and it was a horrible day. Wonderful because it was low-key and relaxed with all of our favorite traditions. Horrible, because every year we have more family members missing. It broke my heart not to get to be with our Kiwi family this Christmas.

While I missed Iris as soon as she moved out, it was easy to be happy for her. She and Ben were young and in love, off to start their new adventures together. I felt the exact same way about Tilly. How can you not be happy when they are so happy? But now that Percival has joined the ranks, it’s hard. I want so bad to be an involved, hands-on grandma…but I live thousands of miles away on a different continent.

Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be Kiwis.

Don't let your babies grow up to be Kiwis.

Because if you do, this is how you will end up getting to know your grandchild.

Don’t get me wrong, I am thrilled we have things like Skype and Facetime…but that only goes so far.


We are smack in the middle of Christmas break here. We are taking things slow, day by day. We have tackled a few big projects that suddenly don’t seem so big where there is no school.

The girls thoroughly cleaned and decluttered their room on my birthday (thank you!) and the boys did the same yesterday. Earlier this week I cleaned out our entryway, removing sandals and slides (why were they still in there in December?) and anything that didn’t actually fit anyone. To give you perspective on that job, check out this post.

Yesterday I spent three hours organizing M’s IEP binder. And just when I thought I was done, I found more IEP paperwork. But now that mountain has been climbed and tackled. I had been putting it off forever, but we have a big meeting coming up fast and I needed everything in order. I used this method from It walked me through every step and it feels so good to know where everything is now! I also printed off the printables to keep me organized in the future.

Here are photos from (one of) our cookie decorating parties. The tamest one of the three we had was with the seven and under crowd. Avi and Tucker (both in sixth grade) and friends over on the last day of school before Christmas break and it was utter pandemonium.

But that’s okay, we’re all acclimated to chaos over here.

Don't let your babies grow up to be kiwis.

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Don't let your babies grow up to be kiwis.

Then Enoch and Kalina had their friends over. I lost count of how many teens and young adults were over. Every time I walked upstairs there were more people, most of whom I had never met before. I eventually had to go to bed, but rumor has it that the last guests left at 2:15 am.

We also had our annual Christmas Movie Night…but this year I got smart and we had it at my parents’ house.  Don't let your babies grow up to be kiwis.

Don't let your babies grow up to be kiwis. Don't let your babies grow up to be kiwis.

I made these bacon and cheese-wrapped chicken tenders. Oh. My. Go make them now, please!Don't let your babies grow up to be kiwis.

I’m pretty sure my mom’s cat, Sequoyah, was getting ready to eat my face off. But I live with five teenagers. Nothing scares me.Don't let your babies grow up to be kiwis.

Speaking of teens, how did I ever get blessed with so many beautiful and brilliant ones?Don't let your babies grow up to be kiwis.

So there you have it. A big, ole’ holiday wrap-up from our big, crazy family.

Remember Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be Kiwis!








  1. Tanya Redfield

    Oh how I feel you…our oldest son, his fiance, our grandson and our soon to he born granddaughter live states away. When our grandson was a baby he was here a lot (absent mother, long story) but a couple of years later our son met a beautiful woman who has been mom to our grandson and helped mend our son’s heart. But, it meant them moving far away, and that broke my heart. So far they have made it home for Christmas each year, but this year my son made the comment, “we might like to live in Norway some day”. I heard myself blurt out NO! Which isn’t the mother I want to be. But darn it, why did I raise my sons to be adventurous and confident? I have 2 at home yet. I am strongly considering making them into needy, fearful kids who will never go far from home. Hahaha

  2. kimi crubbanubba

    i have a son named steven crubbanubba (he chose his last name) he lives in mexico right by the wall and he is married to a very beutiful man named jose crubbanubba they are happy together and i feel the same pain a you. they are not kiwis but a taco instead. please tell jubs she is a crubbanubba aswel

  3. Renee

    Seriously? Tacos are my favorite and my mom’s maiden name is Crubbanubba! I feel your pain. I once had tacos with no cilantro. In New Zealand.

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