Friday, December 25, 2009

Merry Christmas!

Christmas this year was so much fun. It is the first year that Bo really got into the Christmas spirit. Almost every morning in December, he would wake up and say, "I want today to be Christmas!" He even decided we needed to rearrange the calendar.

I highlighted Christmas Day on our big calendar in the kitchen and some times he would hop up there and point to the sequence of days as if the boxes were a game board and find the shortest distance to Christmas saying, "I want it to go boop, boop, boop, Opa's birthday, Christmas Day." And as the days went on, Opa's birthday even got the boot and it was, "boop, boop, boop, Christmas, and then Opa's birthday." Sorry Opa.

One morning he had again scooted the bar stool up to the calendar and was highlighting every other day in December thinking if it was yellow, then it was Christmas. Sure seems logical (if you're 3).

And always thinking like he does, Bo was very concerned with how Santa was going to get into our house. One night in bed he turned to me and asked, "Mom, Santa comes down the chimney, right?" I answered "yes" and that was that. Then the next night in bed he turned to me again and asked, "Mom, do we have a chimney?" Poor guy had been worrying with that all day. I went on to explain to him that we have a chimney stack on the boiler in the garage but if that didn't work, then he would just come in the doggy door.

But the hardest part for Bo this year was having all the presents under the tree and not being able to peek inside any of them. I finally told him that Santa would not bring him any gifts if he opened any and he had great restraint from then on.
Sam on the other hand was still quite clueless. I was really worried when we decorated the tree that he would want to pull every ornament off and possibly even try to climb the tree.

One of the first days the tree was up, he ran and lunged towards the tree. Right as I was yelling, "SAM, NO!" he reached for the stuffed paisley bear ornament and gave it a big kiss. And from that day on, he occasionally hugged and kissed that bear but never bothered anything else. What a sweetie!
Then there is Max. Already 3 months old and enjoying his first Christmas. Well, we enjoyed it for him, but it still counted.
More pics from the day . . .

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Cute Pics I Have To Share

Bo's School Program

I'm a proud Mama.

Bo sang (ahem, stood) in his first ever School Christmas Program last week and he was the cutest thing ever. I didn't know if I should cry or laugh. The poor kid was absolutely miserable.

Miserable or pissed off or bored or scared. I'm still not exactly sure, but he certainly was something. He rivaled the guards at Buckingham Palace. Seriously. He never moved a muscle or changed facial expressions or hell, I don't even know if he ever blinked.

But singing or smiling or not, he was the cutest one up there and I am so stinkin proud of him. I know crowds make him really nervous and he does not like to sing but he never cried or complained or ran away. He sucked it up and stood there like a man.

The kids decided it was rude to not say "please" in 'We Wish You A Merry Christmas' when it says "bring me some figgy pudding", so the teacher, Mrs. Dupont, let two of the most-likely-to-not-want-to-sing kids hold "please" signs to help make them feel more involved. Bo was one of them.

Then when she told him he could put it down, he proceeded to stand statuesque and merely opened his fingers just enough to let the sign fall down to his feet. It was hilarious (but you'd have to see it to understand and if I can ever figure out our new video camera well enough to download only small snippets of video, you could possibly see what I'm talking about.) Later at home when we were watching the video back on our camera, Bo said, "Everyone is singing but me" and when I asked him "why" he said, "because they were taking too long." ???

*Songs were 'Rudolph The Red Nose Reindeer', 'Jingle Bells', 'We Wish You A Merry Christmas', & 'Watermelon Pie'

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Ho Ho Ho

With Christmas only 2 weeks away, we decided it was time to take the boys to see Santa, so on Thursday we did just that.
Max could have cared less that a 300 pound man in fur was holding him. He pretty much slept through the whole thing.
Bo on the other hand took quite a bit of coaxing to get up even near Santa. He was literally shaking and white in the face (which is not easy when you are already so white to begin with, but apparently it is still possible to turn even whiter).

Poor thing was scared shitless.

But after some convincing and promises to carry him and not let go, he finally let me take him up there where we handed Santa his "Dear Santa" letter.

It was many sheets of construction paper that had glued on pictures of toys he wants for Christmas on it. It was so cute. The 2 main gifts he wants are his own city and an aircraft carrier. I sure hope Santa has an extra big bag. Then there was Sam. Little ole dancing Sam. He is so stinkin funny. He loved Santa and kept showing him his shoes. "Chuse. Chuse." At one point he and Santa even got into a shoe-off. I think if Sam had his way, he would have been in everyone else's pictures as well. He could not get enough of Santa.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Sunday, December 6, 2009

A Brrrrrr-ific Sunrise


Driving a Train

Sledding in the front yard

More than just a box Paper, what paper?