Gettin' Jiggy wid it

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Mr. Claus

So I just noticed that everyone else had pictures of their kids with Santa so of course I had to conform. We just went to the mall, as our ward didn't ask Santa to come and visit. Wes and I couldn't believe the outrageous cost of purchasing photos with Santa. Not one of the packages were less than 20 bucks, yeah right!! So we stood in line and like cheap-o's pulled out our digital camera and said, "We'll be the photographers, thanks." Ben is going through some strange life crisis where he won't get within 2 feet of strangers, so getting onto Santa's lap was a waste of time. We've been also having a hard time getting Logan excited about Christmas. HE understands it, but I think he is still just too young. I think he's more excited to see Chipmunks with his cousin than for Santa to leave his goodies. Oh-well. One more thing, I don't know what it is about Christmas that leaves people in extra cranky and foul moods, but while we were standing in line waiting to see Santa, the family in front and behind us were being awful to their kids. All of the sudden I noticed the family in front of us were gone and when I mentioned it to Wes he said, "Yeah, the mom said to her little girl, 'Well, that was a bad choice, now we're leaving. Sorry no seeing Santa this year.'" Then the people behind us kept yelling and screaming at their kids to get up off the ground and quit pulling on their vests and dresses. Ben was starring because they were making such a scene and the grandmother said to her little granddaughter, "Yeah, he probably thinks you're an idiot!" I couldn't believe it. Tis the season people, please!!

A Christmas Miracle

It finally happened. It is truly a Christmas miracle. I had my hair cut and I didn't even cry when it was through. This miracle didn't take place at any salon, nor was it the spa, or even a parlor. I think I would call it the grimiest, most disgusting, pong(it's a word look it up, means stinky) place I have ever had a cut before. My stylist had a strange odor, and the owner even had a beard(she was a woman). But they did it. So I will shout it from the roof tops. If you need your hair cut go to Top Cuts located right off hwy 78. Trust me you won't be let down.

Maybe Not

So this morning I was "watching cartoons" in my pj's with Logan and Ben on the floor. Ben came over to me and pulled my t-shirt up a bit and started to poke my belly. Then Logan saw and thought it looked like fun to play with my roll of loose skin(ie soggy bread as Wes calls it). He then said to me, "Mom, why do you have all those stripes on your tummy?" Needless to say, he's not my favorite anymore.

I love my 3yr old!!

Logan had his shirt pulled up the other day and said to Wes, "Dad your tummy and my tummy are getting big and fat." Then Wes said, "What about mommy's tummy?" "No, her tummy is just straight." I took it as quite the compliment.

Family Pictures...

So I had this great goal to get Christmas cards out to friends and family this year. On Saturday I gussied up the boys, ironed their collared shirts and sweaters, curled my hair, painted my finger nails, and forced Wes to wear a sweater(trust me this is no easy feat!!). We don't have a tripod so we set up a bowl on top of the couch to take our pictures. Then snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, seriously 500 pictures later these were the best we got. Finally Wes threw his sweater on the bed, Ben and I were crying and Logan was jumping up and down saying, "Let me take a picture now, it's my turn!!" So much for that bright idea.