Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Christmas Spirit

Krista learned Away in a Manger for her school's Christmas Pagent. Here she is singing at the pagent. Nana got her to sing the entire song, as well. She is such a sweetheart!

I caught Gabriel's random thought process on video, as well - hilarious, that boy!

Monday, December 19, 2011


So the craziness of December has descended down upon us... Mom will be so proud - updated my pictures (at least the recent stuff):

You don't think I take excessive pictures, do you? No, couldn't be that....

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Soccer Mom: Step 1

Get a Mini-Van or SUV to tote kids and sporting equipment around easily.

I will never do that.... famous last words, as Josh's car was on it's last leg - we purchases a new/used vehicle the other day:

The kids are loving the new set-up. We don't have to lean over one car seat, in order to plop Logan in and buckle him up - so nice! Krista's watching, A Bug's Life, on the TV screen (VHS - great, since I have a lot of Disney tapes). Another plus, both sides slide open - not sure what to do with all this roominess. I'm waiting for something to go wrong with it, but so far, so good. It will need new tires soon, but I can deal with that.

Thursday, December 8, 2011

A Story...

about Christmas lights is about to begin - more specifically, Christmas Tree lights - even more specifically, the top lights of our Christmas Tree, which do not light up any more. As told by master storyteller, Gabriel:

Today, I saw the Christmas lights were all broken. So... I went out in the front yard and did magic on the car, so I could drive it to the Christmas Tree Lights store. When I got there, I didn't have any money. So... I told the lady, "You have the pay for them." I told her she had to come with me to put the lights on the tree. I didn't have gas, so I put washer in it. My car has lots and lots of engines, 59 of them. I drove the lady back to the house and climbed up and changed the lights. And the lights have springs in them for the batteries. I drove the lady back home. And that is the last page, the last page of my story.

***Disclaimer: Not all the information in this story are true, in fact, I'm not sure if any of it is true -- I think the boy just made the whole thing up.