Friday, December 23, 2011

Christmas thoughts

This Christmas season has been a bit different for me, and I wanted to make sure to jot down my thoughts. Of course, the real reason for Christmas is celebrating Christ's birth.



Being pregnant during this wonderful time, I have had a bit more empathy for Mary than I ever thought I could or would.

As tradition has it, Mary rode on a donkey with Joseph at the lead, looking for a place to stay for the night. She, being very much with child, probably rode on this donkey for hours. This is a task I can't even imagine doing. It's hard even sitting still while having a contraction, let alone sitting atop a donkey while trying to get past the minute of contraction every so often. I think so much about how courageous she had to be, not knowing where they would land for the night, but having faith that Heavenly Father would provide for them. Then having to give birth to a baby boy: a boy who would change the world. The Prince of Peace, King of Kings, Lord of Lords. I think she knew a little bit of what her baby would become, just as mothers now can see the potential in each of their children. I could guess that every mother has empathy for what Mary has been through, but being a first time mother during the Christmas season, it has moved me in a way I never expected. I'm so thankful she did what she did. That she took the mockery of the world, having consumed a child without ever knowing her husband. That Joseph took her, and loved her anyway. That she traveled great distances to find a place of birth. That she gave birth in the humblest of circumstances. That she gave up her Son, so He could save the world. She must have been one special woman, chosen to endure such things, but I'm thankful she did so we could have a Savior. I hope that even through the bustle of holiday spectacular, we don't forget the true meaning of Christmas, Christ's birth.  

Watch this video if you get the chance. It's great, promise. 



Merry Christmas.
-Kristen

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Cease Fire

To say our Thanksgiving was eventful would be an understatement. A few years ago, my family started a tradition of going out and shooting guns on Thanksgiving morning. This year was no different and we headed out to my brother's property to have a little fun.

(He is so handsome!)

There were probably about 15 of us, just shooting around. The big boys decided to break out the shot guns and clay pigeons after about an hour, but I was content just shooting the little 22 rifle and hand gun.


This was my baby bump at almost 33 weeks.

Shootin' our little '22. 

Dallin was helping me reload the hand gun when we start hearing faint shouting. Dallin and I look at each other, then in the direction we heard the shouting. Along the western brim of the land we were shooting in stood two Sheriff Dept. Officers with their full automatic rifles drawn, and one City Cop with a hand gun, all pointing down at us. We heard the shouting again, "Cease fire! Clear your weapons!"
I felt like I was in a movie. It looked a little like this:


Except there were three guys, not 50. Anyway...

I for one did not want to be shot at. I quickly handed the hand gun back to Dallin as he tried to get the other's attention of what was happening. No one really believed us at first but as they quieted down and heard the shouting/saw the officers, weapons were quickly put down and cleared. The main Sheriff's Officer was clearly scared. He was shaking, and yelling, and kept asking if our weapons were clear. I completely understand his freight, he had no idea what he was coming on into, but it kinda made me chuckle. As soon as they saw our weapons were clear, they came down from the brim, to talk to us. Come to find out, some neighbors had heard our shootings and called to complain. They had no clue if we were out recreational shooting, or if we were a gang of some sorts wanting to shoot up the hood. After they gathered all of our licenses, and cleared our names, we were given orders just to stop our fun, and go home for our Thanksgiving Dinners. Needless to say, that is the first and hopefully the only time I'll ever be drawn upon by cops with full auto weapons. But, it was fun while it lasted.

The lil' sis.

 Haha, shhh...  Protecting the little one! I got those hot pink ear protectors when I was little and went to my dad's work at a gun shop. I love them!

The rest of our Thanksgiving was full of family, delicious foods, and a nice long nap. I'm so glad we got to spend this year with my family, even though things got a little crazy.
We also went Black Friday shopping at Wal-Mart and Old Navy. Can I just say that a stuffed Wal-Mart full of smelly, anxious people is not the place for a big pregnant woman? It was the worst in there. It was hot, stuffy, and smelled like some serious body odor. I was so excited to be done with that store in less than an hour. Yuck. But, it was my first ever Black Friday, and I kinda liked the excitement. Maybe we'll go again next year, but this time leave out the cop scare.

- The Pears