My Boys, My House, Merry Christmas

Waylon had his first ever Christmas program at Preschool.  He did awesome.  I couldn't get over how much of a teenager he looked like in his khaki cargo pants and polo shirt accessorized with a nice yellow and camo hat on the way into the church.  I love that kid beyond words.  He didn't do one motion to the music, but sang every word even when he was distracted by the girl next to him.  He is such his dad. 

He still loves school and was a little bummed not to have it today because he was going to get to go in his Chiefs jammies. 

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:

 I can't get a good pic of Weston for anything


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 morning's drive in was interesting.  All 3 plus hours of it.  I love the snow but I hate driving to the city in it.  I was just about to take a quick little nap on 35 when I saw a truck driver reach his hand out of his window equipped with a Gatorade bottle.  That's an interesting color of..... oh.  The guy was emptying his bottle of piss right there gloriously splashing it on my nice shiny, snow slathered car.  Posting that on Facebook kept me entertained for the next hour. 

Usually we do Santa at work and have our own little appointment and special time with him, but that bum got a real job and left us to the long lines of screaming anxious kids.  The boys (the older two) did awesome and stuck it out.  Waylon was getting a little tired but Santa and that train came just in time.  What a great day we had together last Saturday.  I was so glad to have a day where we didn't fight, get annoyed, or argue, but we just enjoyed one another.  So many families that can't do that right now. 

I'm not even close to being ready for Christmas and I don't have an ounce of worry about it.  I've already made 2 batches of cookies, which if you know me, that is big time.  I'm so ready for the time off with my family.  We have no plans but to be together and celebrate the season.

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!

Santa Pics

Santa comes to my work every year.  It's great and convenient!  I think it is perfect that the boys don't have to wait in line at some mall to see him with hundreds of other kids.  They get their own personal visit with no pressure to scoot off for the next kid.  Just the way I would like it. 

The boys?  They don't agree.

This was his 3rd time seeing Santa this year.  I guess the 3rd was just too much.  He determined that he surely didn't like the guy.

Not even with his brother there.

Here I am trying to make him think it is all ok and he is wondering why the hell I wasn't rescuing him from this scary man.  "How dare you!"

I can just hear Wyatt, "This is not working, mom!"

I should mention they saw Santa the night before and talked his ear off.  Waylon asked him about the North Pole and Wyatt told him exactly what he wanted, but Saturday morning, none of them  were having it. 

Weston... still trying to figure out where the hell he is.  He didn't even like the Christmas tree.  He usually loves Christmas trees. 

 This is the best one we got.  It was hard for Waylon to even be this close.  I tried to move in closer to Santa and he kept pushing us away. 

Oh, now he decides to hit Santa up with Reindeer questions.  Punk!  I tried to move back so we could get a good picture but he moved every time I slightly moved. 

Some day they will love Santa, I'm sure of it!!!

Here's a look back just for fun....

Wyatt 3

Waylon 1

Wyatt 3

Wyatt 4

Wyatt 4

Waylon 2

Waylon 2

I'm a sucker for Santa pics.  Click on the pic above to go check out others if you are too.

Portable North Pole

Recently I was told about this great service from the girl that cuts my hair.  I couldn't wait to try it out.  All you have to do is go online and create your child's profile and they put a personalized message from Santa out there.  This was so cool to me and it is totally free.  I was really excited about it.  Last night we let the boys listen to their own special Santa message.  Believe it or not, I think Waylon liked it the best even though Santa didn't know how to say Waylon's name.  I told you those two were back on good terms after this.

So for your totally cool viewing pleasure, here are the videos of them watching their special message.  Just google portable north pole to create your own. 

Wyatt's video: (Waylon happened to throw a terrible two fit right before this trying to push the tree down and all, that's why Dale is giving him such a hard time.)

Waylon's video: (the other little guy you hear is Connor, my nephew.)

So next week is a crazy week at our house.  We are so excited to be seeing the Davids family and the Foster family.  And then my college girls and their families, then Dale's mom's side, and his dad's side and then my side.  Our house is going to be one wild and crazy place and I love it!  So, I don't know how much blogging I will be doing, but I will for sure catch everyone up on the flip side.  Then the No Name Baby's count down should start up soon.  I can't believe we are there already.  We do have 2 names that are strong possibilities, but Dale and I don't agree on which one is our 1st pick.  At least we have 2 we both really like.  Stay tuned.  Until then have an awesome and safe weekend finishing up your shopping and last minute Christmas preparation!

Wordless Wednesday - Classics

Good Ol' Saint Nick pics....

Waylon has been talking about seeing Santa for weeks.  He has been so excited.  I couldn't get my clothes on fast enough for him the day we were to go.  He literally pushed me out of my bathroom to head to the car.  That's how excited he was.  He even had it all planned out that he was going to ask Santa Claus for; a sucker for Christmas.  Well, you will see what happened.

 My sweet Angel face!

 Wyatt pinching the crotch of his jeans was the last thing I was worried about.

 I think little man split his lip yelling so loud!

Thanks, Santa!

 

 I'm pretty sure he has Santa's fingers separated as far as they will go.  Santa might have had a cramp in his middle finger the next day.

 Santa's face!  HA!  And that tear rolling down his poor cheek.  I have looked at these a million times and still crack up!

Santa even offered him a candy cane, but Waylon could care less!

Don't worry, they made up.  He actually waived bye to Santa as we were leaving.  He also talked to Santa in his picture for quite a long time when we got home.  When asked how his visit with Santa was he flat out tells ya he cried and isn't ashamed.

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