Thursday, December 23, 2010

Donny is Eight

Donald (Donny) Edwin joined our family on Dec 24, 2002 at 8:04 in the morning. He has brought to our family creativity, love, and an intense and unmatched love for all things shark. By the time he was three, he could identify over 30 species of sharks by sight. He is an amazing big brother "Big Big", and loves his younger siblings. I cannot imagine my life without him, and thank the Lord often for the joy in raising such a choice spirit. Donny, I love you so much. Thank you for choosing me to be your mom!





First bday.








Naughty, naughty.












Second bday







Third bday





























Fourth bday
























Fifth bday




























At almost 6.















Seventh bday
















Eighth bday
We love you so much Donny. Happy Birthday!

















The Mall Santa

I thought I had gotten away with no trips to see Santa this year until Bree asked about it a couple days ago. I then went to the Mall's website to see when I could take the kids for the ever pleasant hour long wait to see a semisweet old guy, who will tell my kids that they can have the $250 lego set if they were good this year. Dec 23 from 12-3 &4-9 were the times we had to choose from, because you know there is no way that I am taking them out on Christmas Eve. I decided the earlier, the better. So I set out with five kids in tow (I had McKenna today) to see Santa.
Clearly, Mallory loves Santa. Poor guy, I am just glad she didn't hit him hard enough to make his heart stop. Can you imagine how that would ruin Christmas for all the kids in line behind us?


David was so starstruck, he could hardly speak to Mr. Claus. Oh, if I could have only stayed for a couple more hours to give my tired holiday ears a break.


Bree asked for something that she is NOT going to get. Bummer for her. I'm sure she'll be okay though.



Donny, oh Donny. When we were close enough in line to see the Big Guy, I pointed out to all the kids that they would be able to see him. Donny looked at me and said,"That is not the real Santa." I felt a wave of panic come over me. "Is the magic taking a nose dive for my baby this year?" I thought. I said, "How do you know?" To which he replied,"I'm old enough to know how it works, Mom." "Exactly how does it work, Donny?" "He is Santa's helper. The real Santa is at the North Pole working." Wow, I just dodged a bullet. I might be lucky if I have one more year of magic with Donny.
When we got to the mall, there were only 10 minutes worth of people in line in front of us, Santa was super nice, and he didn't promise my kids any toys they asked for. I must have been really good this year.


Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Gingerbread House

Sometimes...less is more.

Monday, December 20, 2010


I don't know how the pic of her with Grandma and Papper didn't make it in, I could have sworn I clicked on it. Anyway, I wanted to make sure it made it in.

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Miss Mals is 1

On December 18, 2009 Mallory Jade joined our family, weighing in at 5lbs 9 oz and exactly 5 weeks early. Our tiny bundle has brought our family immeasurable joy. She is now almost 20 lbs, can walk about 7 steps at a time, and LOVES the lid drawer in the kitchen. Here are some pictures of our first year with her.




























































































































































































































































Thursday, December 9, 2010

Milk, it does a body good

I thought I would post this story for those of you who missed it three years ago.


Has anybody ever wondered how far a gallon of milk would go if propelled in the house by a five year old? Well, neither had I, but today I found out. First, the breaking point is on the side around the circle indent. This is where the flood started. The actual jug did not go far, but oh how the milk did. One inch of milk ALL OVER th ekitchen floor! And for the record, a 31 year old medium build woman WILL slip and fall flat on her butt, sending a geyser of milk (from the jug which she had secured about 5 seconds earlier, saving about 1/3 of the milk) about five feet in the air.

(Yes, I was covered in milk. Who knew milk worked just like hairspray when poured into human hair? Good information to have if you ever run out of hairspray.)

This will make the baby scream, sending a friend running to see what terrible tragedy had just occured. Which in return, will send the friend home to fetch her mop (which was one of the things I had gone to the store to buy and had forgotten of course). The friend will come back a mop the freshly milk bathed floor, and throw in the diningroom just because she loves you so much.

1 1/2 cups of milk remained in the half broken jug.

The moral of this story: Don't let your five year old play ring around the rosies with 2 gallons of milk while carrying them in from the garage. Unless, that is, you don't want to mop your own floor.