Examples? Ok. During a family Nerf war, Gene hollered, "Jubi, cover me!" before heading out into the open. She just stood there confused. "COVER ME!" he hollered again. Shrugging, Jubi grabbed a blanket and tossed it over Gene's head.
Zion's love for writing is something else. What did he want for Christmas? An electric typewriter, so he wouldn't have to stare at a screen all day while he wrote (his idea, not mine). The typewriter had to be carefully transported from America by Daddy on one of his trips and then plugged into a voltage transformer so the motor wouldn't blow up in our 220V apartment. Unfortunately it DID blow up, right there in front of all of us on Christmas morning. We forgot to use the transformer in our excitement to try the new typewriter. Oh there were many tears. Mostly mine. But then - and this is one of the reasons we love this country - Daniel took Zion and his now-worthless brand new typewriter to the third floor of the "Digital Plaza" and a very serious little machinist fixed it for a mere 30 kuai! That's around five bucks, in case you're wondering. It was a Christmas miracle.
More glimpses of our Christmas:
|We bought our tree from James down at "The Shop."|
|"The Shop" refers to James's and Wendy's coffee house, a true gathering place for foreigners in our part of the city. For all you Adventures in Odyssey fans, it's like our Whit's End.|
|I like this one.|
|I like this one, too. Daniel is always in a good mood at Christmastime, isn't he Aunt KK? You know!|
|And away we went.|
|We hosted a few Christmas parties. That's the table cloth from Jubilee's baby shower, given to me by the hostess. It's very to special to me.|
|The kids were in a small play, written by Gene, and performed by members of their Proverbs Club. Zion was the debonaire narrator.|
|Everybody said Brave looked a little too much like Daniel in this felt moustache.|
|Ticket to Ride family game night.|
|I didn't play because I was too busy making Momo's famous tea cookies for our game night snack. They are a Rupp Christmas tradition.|
|Jubilee's best friend, Callie Noel, was born on Christmas day ten years ago. Her party is always a fun one!|
|Daniel finished his course work for his PhD. So very proud of this man. We celebrated with Australian prime rib at Morgan's. Look at the contentment on that face.|
|Our delivery man came dressed as Santa. I dragged the kids barefoot into the freezing stairwell for a pic:)|
|Oh how we love Moses!|
|Our 16th Christmas! The love of my life. (That beard is for you, Clay - he's getting ready for that bear hunt you've promised him)|
|Christmas morning finally came!|
|Rupp Van Winkle finally got a man-sized throw under which to take his famous naps. Merry Christmas, Babe!|
|Jubilee got a special blanket too!|
Things are changing in the Rupp household. Daniel and I no longer have our evenings entirely to ourselves; lamps burn late into the night as tweens pound out homework for their online classes. Jubilee picks out her own clothes now and I must let her, whether I think pink and red go together or not. Daniel and I are learning that Gene can no longer be given directives. We can no longer say, "Get your shoes on we're going to a Christmas party." We need to ask him whether or not he has something planned, or whether he has too much homework, etc.
For years we washed them, dressed them, spoon fed them, and took them everywhere we went, in baby carriers, threatening consequences if they didn't behave. Now suddenly they're standing boldly before us claiming their individuality. They have the right to that, after all. They aren't our pets. Somehow it never occurred to me that my children, long before becoming adults, would start the process of becoming people. XOXO
|Merry Christmas from the Rupp Troop (as my parents lovingly call us)|