I have to mention that both boys told me how beautiful I looked this morning in my huge winter coat and scarf and gloves. Not sure how anyone looks beautiful that way, but the comments are always welcomed!
Our house is loud and little people jump off of stuff people shouldn't jump off of:
Last night the boys were playing an interesting game. They love that I have the couch away from the wall and two tables behind it creating a perfect play area for them that they can keep messy and not drive me batty. Last night they were sitting on the back of the couch then sliding down to the pile of blankets below. Nothing like a good game of TOILET to get us all laughing. Who pretends like they are a turd coming out of some one's butt? Only my boys. Dale acted like he was appalled but I think he was secretly kicking himself for never playing the game himself. It was grossly hilarious. Waylon plopped and Wyatt slid smoothly. Just in case you wanted to know.
The tan is left over from the holiday party. Waylon is the master cookie decorator!
This was at the work holiday party.
This is probably one of my favorite pictures. Do you all ever find yourself as you are waking up from a dream and have to remind yourself that you have little kids and to really tune into the sound of their laughter and the way their feet hit the floor and how their voices hug each sound of the words that are coming out of their mouths? I find myself doing this a lot lately. These little guys, they are mine for now. I get this time with them. As Weston keeps growing that mental voice keeps screaming louder to hold on and remember as much as I can.
Merry, Merry Christmas, Ya'll!