A Long December Post

Christmas starts early in the month with a little concert at the Boy's preschool.


He made a gingerbread person at the class party. He said it was his little sister - I guess she does often look like this.

We had dinner and gifts with Papa.

And took a little trip down to Arkansas to visit my family.

And open gifts.

And open more gifts. This is a good time to mention that The Man got me the Frye boots I've been wanting for years!

And show off our newest fashions.

It was busy! Hope you had a Merry Christmas, tutu!

You Can Milk Anything

I have been looking for this picture for a while. I figured it was lost forever until The Man happened upon it last night.

This was taken right after I had the Girl. He played with this apparatus so much it left semi-permanent circles on his chest.

The Sing Off

I love The Sing Off. This season there is a group from BYU on it. I had to post this performance from last night in case any of you don't watch. It took me back to Junior High.



Unfortunately their next song wasn't so good...so they got booted off.

Movie Time

The Lion King and popcorn. Good combo.

On Halloween, We Know What to Do...

...we have lots of fun with Thing 1 and Thing 2!We decorated popcorn balls that Aunt JoJo sent us.
We briefly attended the trunk-or-treat at church where they served pizza, had bonfires, and put the Cardinals game up on a big screen outside so no one would miss it.
And Thing 1 had a parade and party at his school.

We had fun!

That's How I Swing, Yo

Despite the fact that she is holding on for dear life, she really does enjoy swinging.

Cowgirl

Tame....
Yeeeeeeeeehaaaaaaaaaaaw!

Pregnancy Scare

I had a dream last night that I managed to make it to 38 weeks of pregnancy before I realized I was even pregnant. I love my kids, but I was super glad to wake up.

Moving On

I've lived in plenty of places now I think.

South? Arkansas. Check.
West? Utah. Check.
Northeast? New York. Check.
Midwest? Missouri. Check.

I've covered three time zones. It's time to add a fourth. The Man was offered a contract in California. Assuming it's acceptable, we're off to the central coast next summer.


Really, really excited.

Field Trip

The Boy went on his first field trip with his new preschool. We took a walking tour of our little downtown. Within walking distance of his school is the library, the farmer's market, a bakery, the fire department, a candy shop, and finally a little park.

They got a litte something in their bag at each place.

It was a perfect morning for it. The girl and I had a nice time, too.

Motor Skills

I can use a fork.
I can stab the food.
I can put it in my pie hole.
Life is good.

California

After the go-go trip in NYC last week (more on that later), we are here in Pismo Beach while Grandpa Jim watches the kids.


I slept here last night.

I had orange juice in a champagne flute while in a bath robe this morning. This was my view of the ocean from the room's deck. I'll be reading a good part of the morning here. Life is good, but I miss my kids.

First Day!

Today was the Boy's first day at a traditional preschool. We've both been needing this day to come for a while. He was all dressed in his new duds.

Picture project in hand (and a nice little wink there).

Big smile before going into his classroom.

And a super preschooler cape after. Yay!

I'm So Lame

I have definitely become the uncool mom. Today during breakfast the Boy asked me to watch how big of a bite he could take. So I did and feigned awe. Then I abruptly broke out into a song of, "I like big BITES and I cannot lieeeeeeee you other brothers can't denyyyyyyyyy...."

My poor children. I see a lot of embarrassment in their future.

Church

I love it when my child is reverent during church without me threatening damnation.

It's Unanimous

I don't like cucumber. Never have, never will. I thought my kids might like to try it, though - so I bought one. I cut it up and gave the Boy a nibble. He spit it in the trash can after 0.4 miliseconds. I really thought the Girl would eat it, but she took one bite and dropped the rest onto the floor. This is the same girl that found a body piercing at a public pool and put it in her mouth. She'll eat that, but not a cucumber. I called the dog in to clean up the mess....even she wouldn't eat it.

It is therefore my conclusion that cucumbers are undeniably gross.

Babe 'n Suit

This little girl loves the water. She loves it a little too much - she has no fear.

I forgive her this because she looks so cute in her pink bathing suit from Aunt Deborah.

She's a Lady

If we've taught the Girl anything, it's that you should say "Excuse me" after fake burping. We are proper like that.

Hair Genes

I have quietly cursed the double crown on the back of the Girl's cranium. While it created an adorable mohawk right down the middle of her head as a newborn, it now just causes hair drama for me. I have wondered where she got this weird mop that grows in an oddly forward direction, at different rates and therefore different lengths. Then I came across this picture taken last night and realized I have only myself to blame. When this was taken, I didn't even know I had unintended, partial bangs nor that they were hanging in my face. Avada Kedavra on my hair DNA.

Major League

I took the Boy to his first major league baseball game last night - the Cardinals vs. the Rockies.

I thought it would be exciting for him to watch the pitchers and the batters and the runners. He was more interested in the metro ride to the stadium. Not sure why he decided to pose like this at the metro stop.

While we enjoyed spending time together in a new experience, the game probably would have been better if the Rockies weren't beating us 5-0 in the 6th inning. Oh well. There's always the NFL.

Swim Lessons

The Boy took group lessons at the Rec Center this year with Mr. Danny and Miss Kaitlyn. This was a little different than his previous lessons because they made him swim on top of the water. He did fairly well for the two weeks, though, and "graduated".


After that he had some private lessons with Miss Sarah. I think by the end of next summer he'll be swimming safely on his own with my 0n-the-verge-of-a-heart attack supervision.