What Christmas is all about

Thanks Linus.

Dear Mother Nature,

Thank you for the magical Christmas snow.

It was just what I needed. Now I'm finally feeling the Christmas spirit.

The boys like it too.

 

 Grant is very cautious in the snow.

 

Does this remind you of anyone you know?
P.S. Please melt quickly so the Southerners will stop wrecking their cars.

Love,

The Webbs

Christmas entertainment for 2-year-olds

Last week I hosted a party for our preschool group. Since I was hosting, I was all flustered and didn't really know how it all went down, but my friend Andrea emailed me these pictures yesterday, affirming the fact that Grant and Collin must have had F-U-N!

Exhibit A:

Grant covers his face in frosting, then gets picture taken. Heaven.

Exhibit B:

Collin with a knife in one hand and his trusty firetruck in the other. Zach believes this firetruck will go to college with Collin, and the knife fetish, well I can only hope he grows out of it by then.

Thanks Andrea. Your journalistic photography skills are impressive!

This can only mean one thing.

He was on the roof at 11:00 last night hanging Christmas lights. Now he is on a ladder with a chain saw taking down the tree in our front yard. Yup. I am married to Clark Griswold.

Left out

I hate being left out. I don't like to leave other people out either. That's why I have decided I will send a Christmas card to no one this year. Not even my grandmother. Seriously, don't even worry about it. I will not be sending you an adorable picture of our family. I will resist sending you long letters of the glorious progress we made this year. You will not be getting a Christmas greeting from me in your mailbox. Or even an eCard. That way, I won't forget about you.

You're welcome.

Merry Christmas.

Hey. Teacher. Leave these boys alone.

Four months ago, I got together with some friends to organize a pre-school for our toddlers. We are way ahead of the curve here, my boys won't start Kindergarten for over three more years. I was excited to sculpt my boys minds and turn them into toddler geniuses.

Sadly, my dreams of raising boy wonders has been slightly hampered. When I say hampered I mean completely dashed to pieces by the fact that the boys REFUSE to cooperate. When I picked them up one week, my friend reported that Collin crawled on her dining table and tried to swing from the chandelier.

"Really?" I responded. "He never does that at my house" I said, with my fingers crossed behind my back.

 The next week they both developed bad hearing and their feet got stuck to the floor where the toy box was. Once when it was my week to teach, Grant ignored my energetic lesson on animals that live in the ocean and showed his friend how to climb in our fireplace instead.

I am sad to say that at the end of the boys first semester of school, their report card will have a giant W.

That stands for WILD!

P.S. I give the teachers an A for effort! School was awesome, and I am glad I could help turn your children into toddler geniuses.

Thanksgiving Recovery

Thanksgiving is over and I feel I am starting to recover from the whole whirlwind. Our family had several firsts. Zach and I stuffed and roasted our first Turkey. We picked out an 18 pounder. What were we thinking? That was two pounds per person, including the smallest person, who doesn't even eat baby food yet.

We hosted Zach's brother's family, the first time we got to host Thanksgiving.

Zach and I went shopping on Black Friday. At 5 in the morning. For the first time ever. We scored some sweet deals and the crowds actually made me feel giddy. Normally I despise crowds. Maybe I'll go next year too.

Grant ran away for the first time when his cousin left our back door open. He was discovered 20 minutes later by our neighbor's dog and he was returned to us with a smug smile on his face. Then he was grounded for the first time in his life. It should take him about 10 years before he even knows what that means.

Ben and Rebekah watched the boys while Zach and I saw New Moon. After the movie, I told Zach I had bad breath and he said, "Well I have Vampire Breath". I love that guy.

I hope your Thanksgiving was just as fun. Now I have to go clean the leftovers out of my fridge before they turn green.