It's all about the Candy

Sawyer was up before 6:00. He wanted to open the last box on our advent calendar. He knew there was a chocolate santa in there. It is undeniably ALL about the candy.

Well, Santa did not do a "man pee" in our yard. But the Reindeer did make a bit of a mess on our deck. Not what you're thinking...Sawyer made a plate of food for the reindeer. You know, a carrot, a turnip and an ear of corn (which he insisted on shucking beforehand). And the reindeer ate most of it, but left a few scraps and kernels on the deck. Apparently Santa enjoyed the pretzels and pepperoni we left for him. And he helped himself to a glass of milk. Santa also did a little grafitti work on our chalk board in the kitchen.

Santa came to our house, stuffed the stockings, left the presents, ate a snack...everything he was expected to do. But here's the thing: I'm not sure Sawyer buys it.

Dave and I have the sneaking suspicion that Sawyer is humoring us a little. He was excited and all, but as for the magical part...he doesn't go full-force into it yet.

We did have a lovely Christmas Day though. A nice brunch with Granddad and Mamilene, Uncle Nick and Aunt Steph. Good food and lots of great gifts. And after both kids took much-needed naps, we made our way to Granddad and Grandmay's house for more playing, gift-giving and snacked on delicious left-over turkey on rolls. A very special Christmas.

Oh, and Dave held back and diverted the water that turned our Butterfly Trail into a lake and was close to flooding our driveway. We've got 2 cats we would be happy to put on the Arc.

Merry Christmas and watch out for the zombies in the mall.

Say "Fromage"

I thought I would include some new pictures on this post. I'm still figuring out how to add more than 1 picture + text, so patience please.











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Sawyer and Mommy



Eliza likes to help with chores

Making it up on the Fly

We live a ways out of town. So Sawyer (and Eliza) and I end up having some interesting conversations while driving down Hwy 54.

For example, the other night Sawyer caught a few minutes of an old episode of The Smurfs at Uncle Nick's house. Understandably he had some questions about them. Although I was a HUGE fan of those little blue creatures at age 8, I could not quite remember the details of their existence and perils of living in such close proximity to the Evil Gargamel. This is one to pass off to Dad, I think. When we get home, Daddy can't quite remember the details either so quick thinking leads him to invent some smurfs - as to apeaze Sawyer and his queries regarding this program. We proceded to tell Sawyer of the adventures of "Tranny Smurf", "Morbidly Obese Smurf", "Foot Odor Smurf" and "Alternative Lifestyle Smurf". I know, it's wrong.

So tonight we met Santa (again) at U-Mall. Sawyer told him what he wanted for Christmas, and we asked Santa if the Reindeer would like carrots or celery for a snack on Christmas Eve. On the way home Sawyer says, "Sometimes you have to pee on Christmas" I continued the conversation asking Sawyer how he thinks Santa goes pee when he comes to our house. Does he use our bathroom while we're nestled snug in our beds or does Santa do a man pee on our yard? "A man pee, I think", says Sawyer.

And here's an update about Eliza...her newest words include kitty / eliza / brother / apple / cracker / diaper - and she's working hard on "shoes" too. Eliza Doolittle she is not. Or so I thought. When I was putting an already-sleeping Sawyer in bed tonight, Wylie E strolled into the room wanting to play. Sawyer asleep, I ushered her out of the room. Sensing something in her mouth, I did a quick finger sweep. About 5 marbles dribble out of her mouth! If you have not seen My Fair Lady, do watch it, and you will understand the marble connection.


That's it for now. Thanks for reading.