Timing is everything. Another obstacle in getting the perfect picture, in this family, is the State of Will's Face. The nomiker "bruiser" would fit him well. So, we made it to Christmas Eve with a clear, bruiseless, scratchless, chapped-cheek-free face...until about 6:30 a.m. This happened while taking a header off the bed and meeting the bed frame on the way down--ouch! Poor Will. He is forever donning the proof of the wonderful wild way he plows through life.
Taryn is here!!! We are so loving having Big Sister here to read and play with! She's also great for drawing, wrestling, and cuddling. Taryn crafted these awesome wall hangings of the Littles' names. I'll try to get a good picture of them and post later.
Santa brought us our long-awaited kitchen! Ben is still in shock that it's all his. He keeps asking if he can "open the microwave" or "put pizza in oven"! Yes yes yes, cook away! Will, so far, likes to cook his trains. He moves them in a bowl from one door to another--open, close, open, close, open, close....
While getting white tights for Ella Rose to wear on Christmas Eve, Taryn and I couldn't resist getting these feetie jammies for the Littles. If we could have squeezed Taryn into the red ones, we would have bought some for her, too. Just for the photo. :)
We're looking forward to the next 11 Days of Christmas...
Grandma and Papa will be here through the New Year!
Stay tuned...
The laundry room with new front loading washer and dryer.
Inside the empty shelves of the t.v. armoire.
The classic empty box.
I'm not sure why Will burst into tears when we lit the candle and started to sing "Happy Birthday", but I think it may have had something to do with the clump of frosting in his hand.
He managed to recover with a little encouragement from Mama and didn't spit too much while trying to blow out the candle.
So much so, we'll snag some more off your plate if you're not quick enough to stop us. Happy Birthday Little Man Will!
Timing is everything. Another obstacle in getting the perfect picture, in this family, is the State of Will's Face. The nomiker "bruiser" would fit him well. So, we made it to Christmas Eve with a clear, bruiseless, scratchless, chapped-cheek-free face...until about 6:30 a.m. This happened while taking a header off the bed and meeting the bed frame on the way down--ouch! Poor Will. He is forever donning the proof of the wonderful wild way he plows through life.
Taryn is here!!! We are so loving having Big Sister here to read and play with! She's also great for drawing, wrestling, and cuddling. Taryn crafted these awesome wall hangings of the Littles' names. I'll try to get a good picture of them and post later.
Santa brought us our long-awaited kitchen! Ben is still in shock that it's all his. He keeps asking if he can "open the microwave" or "put pizza in oven"! Yes yes yes, cook away! Will, so far, likes to cook his trains. He moves them in a bowl from one door to another--open, close, open, close, open, close....
While getting white tights for Ella Rose to wear on Christmas Eve, Taryn and I couldn't resist getting these feetie jammies for the Littles. If we could have squeezed Taryn into the red ones, we would have bought some for her, too. Just for the photo. :)
