Joy to the World!

'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."

Time for my long winter's nap.

... And To All a Good Night

Some Christmas letters don't need any words, even if they're worth a thousand.

Blanket Transportation

What do you do when your blankie starts feeling a little burdensome?

No problem for this girl. She has brothers, and brothers have trucks.

Family Resemblence

A lot of people say Bryn looks just like her brothers.
Uh huh. I can see that.
She certainly follows in their footsteps.

A Tale of Two Santas

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!?!?"

* Special thanks to Alex Maynes Photography for inviting the real Santa to his studio.

Pepe Le Polar Bear?

Yes, those are my boys, watching cartoons while wearing their Halloween costumes.

Smoothie Operator

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?

Despicable

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.

He answered, "It means you like carrots."

Verbal Vignettes

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.


Cole's mis-pronunciation guide:
myoo-tee-ant (mutant)
bu-deck-shun (direction)


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."