Quick!

Get those LA Missionaries to his door!

He's full of questions!!!

Good ol' Conan.

So.

We have a tradition of seeing the "Dancing Lights" at Christmas time.

Wanna know why we love it so much?

Well.


Before the show starts, we get to read books.

We wear our pajamas.

And the show is "so totally awesome!"
--Reese

And only 15 minutes long so we don't freeze our little tushes off . . .

Ahhhh.

The annual work Christmas Party.

Little black dress. Red fingernails and shoes. Hot date. Babysitter. Downtown. Chilly. Valet Parking. Gorgeous hotel. Holding hands. Mingling. {No} drinking {for us anyway}. Seeing friends. Meeting coworkers. More mingling. Saying "Merry Christmas" and not "Happy Holidays". Filet Minon. Asparagus. The best apple pie ever. Laughing. Tie jokes. People getting tipsy. Program. Dancing. Feeling like prom. Home. Bed.


Ahhh.
I love annual Christmas Parties.

Want to know the best part about going to the zoo when it's moderatly cold outside?

The animals are so happy to see you.

{Yes. I am aware my son has a drum stick. It goes wherever he goes.}



In the books as one of the most awesome zoo days.

Ever.

We're kinda having a grumpy day.

Which is really quite a shame, seeing that this is my 600th post.
I'd like to thank the little people in my life . . .

I think we'll go have lunch with Spence to celebrate.
Or to cheer up.

Either one is fine with me.

Happy Thursday to you.

Yes.

It's really this cold.

We've been staying inside a lot.
Listening to music on Pandora.
"Sweet Child of Mine" just played on my "Christmas" selection.
It's a Christmas miracle!

Oh yeah.

Santa came early this year . . .

Merry Christmas, indeed.

So.

It's December 6th.

Do you know what that means?

Yes, it is St. Nicholas Day.

But more importantly.

It's mom's birthday.

There are so many things I love about my mom.

And every day I finding myself doing things that remind me of her.

I'm slowing turning into her . . .
and I couldn't be more thrilled.


But wanna know what I have noticed the most about my mom this year?

It's that he has her nose:

And he has her strong independent personality.

Every day my kids remind me of . . .well . . .home.

And her.

Happy Birthday, Mom.

I love having boys.

Even if it's impossible to take a "serious" picture.


**Love the bulging veins . . .