Okay, so I know what you must be thinking: What on earth is going on with the King clan? Is everything okay? Did their life quiet down to the point that there is nothing left to write about? Is Jeff just lazy and keeps forgetting to write a blog? Has there been so much traveling that Jeff couldn't tell you what state all of his kids are in at any given time? Did everyone get sick to the point that the Publix pharmacy people yell out, "Jeff!" every time he walks in like he's Norm from Cheers? Did Jeff gain so much weight that he's starting to resemble Norm from Cheers? Did Rach go completely crazy and stash the bodies somewhere? Did she at least go crazy enough to make Jeff pull up more carpet? Is this intro ever going to end? Will he please stop writing in the 3rd person?
And the answers: Same old, same old. Yes. No. Yes. Yes. Pretty much. Not yet. Absolutely. I think so. And, Oh, alright.
A couple of months ago, Rach and I were thinking about what we could get the kids for their big combined present. Rach wanted a trampoline, but I narrowly and luckily convinced her otherwise since the slope of our backyard would consistently catapult the kids over the fence into the woods. Not so surprisingly, though, the trampoline would be a smidge safer than last year's gift, a zip line that the kids ride that shoots them through the backyard directly into the wooden fence. I'm not even joking.
Our next and only other idea was a trip to Disney World. A brilliant idea. We figured that the kids would, for the first time ever, unanimously agree on something. Wrong. When we told them that we wanted to take them to Disney World, but that this would be our only present to them, four of the kids excitedly screamed for joy (even Jaxon got in the mix), while Gavin just sat there and said, "Naw man, I want my presents." We didn't even get a chance to convince him before Tori chimed in, "Gavin, we'll still get presents from everyone else, like Maw-maw and Paw-paw and stuff." Then Cole added his two cents, "Yeah, and we'll still get presents from Santa Claus!" Ummm, wait. What? Then Rach and I had to clarify, "Umm, well actually, we'll have to send Santa an email and tell him to buy you your tickets to Disney World for us. And then we'll pay for us to get down there and get a place to stay." Phew. That was close. Thank goodness for technology. When I was little, we had to hand write letters to Santa Claus and pay for postage. Not to mention the fact that you'd have to wait up to two weeks to get a response. Now, all we have to do is just post a message on Santa's wall, or send him a tweet. I don't understand how people managed to live before the 90s.
Anyway, Gavin conceded, and Yay! We're going to Disney world! But not yet. We're not going until next week, to give us time to get all the reservations and details ironed out. But it should be fun. We're getting a house down there. Check it out.
But before we do all of that, we had to make it through Christmas. We had to get all of the kids back down to Louisiana, and like always, there were logistical issues. Rach and I brought Gavin, Scarlett, and Jaxon early last week. But Cole and Tori couldn't miss school, so they left with Maxine two days later. Then, when we got down there, we didn't know where we were supposed to be, which grandparent got which kid, who was staying where for how long, etc, etc, etc. As soon as we get down there we kind of get hit by one of those cartoon tornadoes that leaves us standing there burnt and alone when it leaves.
But the kids definitely made a good decision. Sure, WE might not be getting them any presents, but they still got presents from grandparents, step-grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, great-aunts, great-uncles, lousy-aunts, lousy-uncles (Ba-dum SHA. Thank you. I'll be here all week), friends, neighbors, pen-pals, homeless people. They made out like bandits. They've been opening presents for 2 weeks straight, and we still get to go to Disney. They got an Xbox360, or as I like to call it; The Ultimate Bargaining Chip. "Boys, go clean your room, or no Xbox......Boys, brush your teeth, or no Xbox.....Boys, go mow the lawn, or no Xbox.......Boys, go finish digging that moat around the house, or no Xbox. Boys,.....Well, you get the idea. Scarlett got 2 mp3 players (one for each ear, I guess). Tori got a new phone. Jaxon got a bike and a scooter. And he also got so many presents that, at one point, when I told him he had more presents to open, he let out a huge grunt because I was taking him away from his new 'Ramp Romp Car Set'. (Quick note: Jaxon is so completely obsessed with cars right now. Any kind of car, it doesn't matter. His favorite game to play is the punch buggy game. He constantly asks me what NASCAR number all of his cars are. The ONLY movie that he'll watch is the movie 'Cars'. He's obsessed. So you might be thinking that I'd be sacred that he'll grow up to be a NASCAR crazed redneck. But then you don't know me too well. Although it's true that I'm not much of a NASCAR fan, I am a fan of comedies about NASCAR. So his new nickname is El Diablo (It's, like, Spanish for a fighting chicken). We're gonna watch The Highlander together. And I keep telling him that if he's not first, he's last. This is gonna be awesome!)
Anyway, the point is, everyone had a real nice Christmas. And we still have Disney to look forward to. Which means that things won't be quieting down anytime soon. But who would want that anyway?
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