Christmas Letter

Why hello. I meant to write a Christmas letter this year. Didn't happen. So, I thought I'd write a Merry Christmas/Happy New Year blog that mainly consisted of a Christmas letter. It is still January. I'm fine. Here goes.

2013 is over. I've never written a Christmas letter. You'll have to excuse me. Not sure what comes after "2013 is over". It's just over. What happened in 2013? I don't know. I barely remember yesterday. I'll find some pictures to refresh my memory on the happenings of 2013. You know what? That's another reason I should keep blogging, so that I'm reminded of my own life. What a vapor. Seriously, that's what it is. The bible even says that. My sister was right in nicknaming me, Vapor 2 (the original meaning of that nickname can be found in one my previous blogs)

Crazy Lady. Look at me. See why I can't remember anything? Because,  in 2013 I struggled with occasional bouts of spazoutitis (inflammation of spazzing out). My friend says that I make coffee nervous. Well, I make myself nervous. This picture makes me nervous. I repent. I do. I did. I will. No more. I will no longer spaz. I will no longer flip out.  Hudson Taylor (in the book They Found the Secret was a huge help in this most compelling epiphany of 2013. Here is what he wrote about his previous self, "Mine is a peculiarly nervous disposition, and with a busy life I found myself in a tremor all day long. I did not enjoy the Lord as I knew I ought. Nervous agitation possessed me as long as there was anything to be done." So as you can imagine, I was thinking. Yep. Me and you Hudson. I tremor too. But, it turns out this great man had a transformation that turned him into "an object lesson in quietness...Whatever did not agitate the Savior, or ruffle His spirit was not to agitate him...He knew nothing of rush or hurry, of quivering nerves or vexation of spirit." What? I quiver all the time! I'm vexed! Oh yes I'm vexed! See my above smile. Make no mistake, that is not a smile. That is vexation. That is hurry. That is agitation. That is me, gonna flip out. No more! By the grace of God, I'm gonna take Hudson Taylor's advice. Here it is. Ready? Listen. Katie listen.
"Are you in a hurry, flurried, distressed? Look up! See the Man in the Glory! Let the face of Jesus shine upon you-the face of the Lord Jesus Christ. Is He worried, troubled, distressed? There is no wrinkle on His brow, no least shade of anxiety. Yet the affairs are His as much as yours." Dear God, can you please get my kids to be still and smile? No? Okay. I will show them your peace instead of my vexation (next year). I will reflect your face, instead of mine (next year).  We will just photo shop the Christmas card this year....and we did!





Mark photo-shopped Presley right in there! So, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year from the Mobergs. Yes. 

 

Presley's 2013, (I don't know how to operate BlogSpot. Why is this still in the white. AAAHHHH) I'll keep going anyway. I'm not worried. God's not worried. See? Truth works. I'm free. Free to keep going even though my format is ruined. Not even gonna try to fix it.  



She knows where to keep her eyes!



Bike Camp. The magic began with the donning of the gloves.

Magic gloves give Presley special powers.

Like riding a bike!

The power of the Redbox. Makes Presley peddle faster.  

We thought Presley might take her biking more seriously with Jesse as precious cargo. Not so much.

Kinda sick.

 

 

Won a trophy at bike week! Presley likes to inappropriately bow. Didn't we have a president that did that too? Obama. Everything is his fault. It is. All of it. Just kidding, No I'm not. No, just kidding.  

Presley's favorite July 2013 activity.
 

Her favorite spot. Her favorite drink. Life is good for this girl.

Reminds me of this
 

I'm a total feminist. I'm for all those unborn women.

 

Presley's other favorite place, surrounded by cousins. Love you all. I could cry.

 

 

 

 

Back to school.

I know, Zoe, a mind of her own.

 

 

Sam, don't get any ideas.

 

 

A little dirty work.

  





 

Birthday girl got excited! Whaz  uuup?

 

 

Friends helping her read birthday cards. Bless it! I want to cry again.

 

Witness the fruit of classroom inclusion for kiddos with Special Needs.  

My beautiful ballerina. Love you Presley! (and you other two) 

Zoe's 2013 (oh now it is right)

 

 

Little Mermaid Recital 2013

 

Zoe loves the boat too.

Is Zoe missing something? Why the intensity guys?

No, don't do pony dancing on the tube.

Yes, Lucy. It was a halleluiah kind of day.

Learning sophistication from cousin Ava.

 Dance party above.
 Below is a little Zoe creation. 2 tacks. 1 string of dental floss. 1 jar lid thingy. Scarf holder. Duh.



 

Zoe finished the last mile of a marathon! All with a broken arm. She broke her arm at the cousins' house the day before she knocked her front tooth out on the counter, which was the day before family pics. Whatever.

We pulled that jacket right over that cast.

Love you.



Love you.

Sam's story

 

Somebody please help me. I don't know what I'm doing with this one. I think she is smarter than me.

 

 

Seriously, help me.

 

 

 

Pound it.

She has a way with cats! She knows just when to release before death.

This girl is on fire. I'm singing an Alicia Keys. Don't call social services. It is just a song.



Yep, you are awesome!

 

 

 

 

Sam is also awesome at picking keys off the laptop. 

 



Okay, that's enough. Seriously. Somebody's gonna get hurt.

We're dancing in the streets. Dancing in the streets. Yeah Party. Fort Pierre style. You bet.

That's enough.



Somebody got hurt.

Speaking of getting hurt. This is a sad story, I hope you have time. Over this little summer break in South Dakota, something bad happened. Something real bad. My mom's 7 chickens along with this goiter bunny got massacred by two evil minks. So sad. I will never forget waking up that day. Mom "Katie, Katie, get up. Get up now. I'm gonna give you an axe. We are gonna go kill weasels!" Me "okay mom" You can't make this stuff up. It just happens.

 



Sam made it another year!

She found this helpless kitty at the photo shoot.

 

Kitty on a leash. Again, kinda sick. Have I mentioned I don't like kitties or cats. Little naughty creatures that creep around plotting human death. I'm certain of it.

She chases this one during Presley's riding lessons. I bet she has worms. Both of them.



Best picture of 2013. Mark took it!  I too like to chirp little birdie! 



 

Here is to you 2014! May you be a year of continued blessings. May you be a year of Katie (that's me) finding a more quiet spirit. May you be a year full of Cheesecake Factory and cousins for Presley. May you be a year that protects Zoe from having to abandon her innocent beautiful fantastical perspective. May you keep Sam alive and safe and worm-free. And may, you, 2014 be a year of awesomeness to my husband, who is awesome and wonderful and completely random. Keep it tight 2014.