'Twas the morning of Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring... ... but that didn't last long. They have both slept in their new Lightning McQueen hide-a-beds every night since Christmas. Grant has been asking for "animals" for Christmas for several weeks.
Bryn's favorite present is just wrassling with her brothers. The boys enjoyed their new train set. Notice the lamentable condition of the sliding glass door behind them, because... ... Sue could hardly wait to unleash her present, a window washing squeegee. But I heard someone exclaim as Bryn sat on his couch... ... "Dad! Brynnie won't get off of my Lightning McQueen bed."
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the best of Santas*,
... it was the worst of Santas.
"Hey, what have you done with the real Santa!?!?"
Uh-oh, someone left their smoothie where Bryn could get it. She likes smoothies.
If you think she's a mess, you should have seen the floor underneath her. Fortunately, she was in the kitchen.
Kisses, anyone?
The boys were talking in the back seat while we were driving today and Cole told Grant "You're despicable." I laughed, knowing he learned it from watching Bugs Bunny but then Sue asked him if he knew what "despicable" meant.
Sue: I wonder where you're going to go on your mission?
Grant: My mission is gonna be BIG!
Cole: My mission is going to be small.
Grant: My mission is going to be so high to touch the sky.
A day or so after taking the family to the county fair:
Grant: That's not fair!
Cole: We went to the fair yesterday
Cole: Jesus said you have to share, Grant.
Grant: You're not Jesus, Cole!
Cole: You're not a prophet!
I asked the boys to help me carry in some logs for the fire and I handed Grant one that he thought was a little too big for him. He chose a smaller one and said, "I'll take this one. It's just my age."
Dr. Cole made the incision, and Dr. Dad stitched it up. The Chair is resting comfortably, and although a complete recovery would be nice, it may be scarred for life. We'll still love it, though.
That's right, the boys had their first exposure to finger paints.
I think it's safe to say they enjoyed the experience.
Then it got silly.
Too silly.
We'll let Bryn have a turn next time...
I can tease... drink from a cup (sort of)... wash my own hair (after I'm done drinking from a cup)... push my baby... (oh - and WALK!!!) and cuddle with Grandma... for as long as I want. We miss you, Grandma and Grandpa!
My parents came up from Idaho for Bryn's 1st birthday, so we took a trip to some falls about 20 min. from our house (Lucia Falls.) These boys can be tough (when they want to be!) Fell several times, soaking wet, never a single word of complaint (about that, anyway.) If only we knew how to get some neoprene waders for our kids......oh ya, they were in the stroller. Beautiful. Now, check this out: And we seriously thought salmon only climbed the falls in nature documentaries!! It's real, people - we witnessed it with our own eyes! We may start our own blogumentary soon, thanks to Evan's quick shooting fingers. To all of our faithful followers who don't live in the Pacific NW - how can you stand not to?!!!!
The boys had definite ideas about what they wanted to be for Halloween this year. For a while now they have been interested in defining people and animals as either nice or not nice. For instance, hippos, lions, bears, sharks and unrepentant Nephites are all not nice, while kitties, birds, fish, butterflies and grandmas are nice. They definitely wanted to be something that was not nice. Here they are discussing their choice while carving Jack O'lanterns.
Bryn took the easy choice as seen in this picture. (I think pumpkins fall into the nice category.)
Before heading out for the trunk-or-treat at the church, the boys show off their Spider Man candy buckets. If you're wondering how polar bears and Spider Man are related, you must not have enough boys in your life.
Now the boys demonstrate that fierce polar bear roar. Bryn doesn't even flinch.
But she does like snuggling with her mama!
By the way, Happy Birthday mama!
Bryn set off into the parking lot, looking for interesting things to eat.
... but that didn't last long. 
They have both slept in their new Lightning McQueen hide-a-beds every night since Christmas. 
Grant has been asking for "animals" for Christmas for several weeks. 
The boys enjoyed their new train set. Notice the lamentable condition of the sliding glass door behind them, because... 
... Sue could hardly wait to unleash her present, a window washing squeegee. 
But I heard someone exclaim as Bryn sat on his couch... 
... "Dad! Brynnie won't get off of my Lightning McQueen bed."
