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!