To say Daisy loves sour cream is an understatement of epic proportions. She would eat a tub of it for dinner, no problem.
The kids started at a new preschool that is owned by Aunt Cheri’s sister-in-law, Jen. Jen and I just consider each other family now. They had a great time at their new school. Here they are performing in the Christmas program. Gotta love Brinlee’s outfit!
Mommy, Caisen and Sawyer napping.
Sawyer and Daisy look so much alike!
Caisen enjoying the Little People Nativity grandma gave Adam and I the first Christmas we were married. The kids love it!
Every year the grandkids act out the nativity for grandma. Two of her angels.
She has elaborate costumes for every age and size.
Things got a little wild in the stable.
This year I bought a train that goes around the upper portion of the tree. The kids (and granddad) love it!
Gran and granddad joined us for Christmas.
Trouble was, they were sick when they got on the plane, and by the time they got off the plane they were REALLY SICK. So they were in bed pretty much the whole visit.
And one quick funny:
Sawyer: Mom, Kimball’s not letting me play with the trains!
Me: I’ll come talk to him in a second as soon as I put Daisy to bed.
Sawyer running off: Kimball, mom is gonna come pull your hair if you don’t let me play trains!
I need to get his ears checked.
And one life lesson:
Never apply fresh chapstick right before going out to scoop chicken poop and replace bedding in the coop on a breezy day. Lesson learned.
As an experiment I’m growing a garden in my basement. Whenever I tell someone I’m growing a garden in my basement they ask me if it’s marijuana. Do I look like I have glaucoma? Or do I just look high? Because it’s really just mental fatigue from battling wits with my kids. You would look dazed and confused too if you went up against them every day.
Also does the tooth fairy get workers comp if she breaks her neck trying to get from doorway to bed? Brinlee was very upset at the prospect of losing a tooth. I thought the tooth was special or something, so I reassured her we could bury it in the yard instead. She starts bawling and says, “No mommy! Then the yard will smell like teeth!” Ok, then let’s flush it.