Sorry to pause the updates again. My aunt in Atlanta passed away yesterday and we are heading down there in the morning. Some friends are staying at our house. (I put that in case there are any wierdos reading this blog...some friends and two very large, mean dogs will be in our home.)
Jeff and Pam we got the fun Christmas gifts and we have some cute pictures we'll post soon. Olivia's cowgirl hat goes great with the stick pony she got from my parents. :) Thanks, we'll call from the road.
Phoning her peeps
Last night, as Mike was having nightly prayer with the kids, I thought we all had our hands clasped and our eyes closed in nice reverent fashion. We didn't. Mike says 'Amen,' and I open my eyes to the sound of the flip of Olivia's cell phone and "Yea, we are going night night. Okay. Uh huh. Bye." Slap, flip closed. Amen
GQ?
We interupt this holiday update for a brief fashion showing. This is the latest in jogging/dog walking attire for the 6'4" male who doesn't own winter jogging pants and can't find long underwear as long as his legs. Solution: pull your socks up to meet the bottom of your long underwear.
Images of Christmas
Disclaimer: We have a lot to catch up on here and I will not likely be able to do it all in one sitting. It takes a little more concentration than I will be able to maintain for a long enough period to post these in order but hopefully you will get the gist of it all.
And here is the difference between the boy and the girl - he carries his horse like a baseball bat; she takes her baby for a ride.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care and Lou Lou and Lu snuggled in the chair - while Mimi cursed her cell phone because the directions were written too small and she couldn't access her voicemail. The warm memories of Christmas.
This is better. Take Mimi's phone away from her and give her Hosmakaka - that's snugglier and less frustrating.
And here is the difference between the boy and the girl - he carries his horse like a baseball bat; she takes her baby for a ride.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care and Lou Lou and Lu snuggled in the chair - while Mimi cursed her cell phone because the directions were written too small and she couldn't access her voicemail. The warm memories of Christmas.
This is better. Take Mimi's phone away from her and give her Hosmakaka - that's snugglier and less frustrating.Obsessive?
I recently picked all the junk food out of Olivia's stash of pretend food that she received for Christmas and put it in a Ziplock back and put it in a dresser drawer in the guest bedroom. I asked Mike if he thought I was wierd. He said, "I don't think it's wierd...it's just consistent with your personality." Hmmm...
She doesn't even recognize McDonalds. She has been alive in the United States of America for three solid years and doesn't even recognize the golden arches. She recognizes the St. Louis "Archie Archie" (she mixes newly learned songs into daily dialogue sometimes), but does not recognize those golden arches. Wouldn't you hide the fake french fries? It saves us money. It saves her future congestive heart failure. It saves me from enduring a body odor smell in my car for a week after running through the drive through. Maybe I am wierd. I am not as obsessive as I sound. There is usually enough chocolate in this house to sink the "Arky Arky." Chocolate was one of Olivia's first words...she still wakes up asking for it some mornings...with a kind of sing songy voice, about three extra syllables, and a strange, trance like look on her face.
Anyway, we are back from Christmas travels. I was about to post pictures, but my camera battery died. Mike has updated some Israel pics on his blog if you want to check it out. Hopefully I'll get some up here in the next couple of days. Just wanted everyone to know we were safe back home - enjoyed all the visits.
She doesn't even recognize McDonalds. She has been alive in the United States of America for three solid years and doesn't even recognize the golden arches. She recognizes the St. Louis "Archie Archie" (she mixes newly learned songs into daily dialogue sometimes), but does not recognize those golden arches. Wouldn't you hide the fake french fries? It saves us money. It saves her future congestive heart failure. It saves me from enduring a body odor smell in my car for a week after running through the drive through. Maybe I am wierd. I am not as obsessive as I sound. There is usually enough chocolate in this house to sink the "Arky Arky." Chocolate was one of Olivia's first words...she still wakes up asking for it some mornings...with a kind of sing songy voice, about three extra syllables, and a strange, trance like look on her face.
Anyway, we are back from Christmas travels. I was about to post pictures, but my camera battery died. Mike has updated some Israel pics on his blog if you want to check it out. Hopefully I'll get some up here in the next couple of days. Just wanted everyone to know we were safe back home - enjoyed all the visits.
Let the festivities begin!
We started celebrating Christmas this week with Mike's family. I really like spreading Christmas out over two weeks. This is all rather raw footage - nothing fancy. But it felt has cozy as it looks in these pictures to me.
Thank you Grandpa, Grandma, and Uncle Doug. We love you. Merry Christmas!
Thank you Grandpa, Grandma, and Uncle Doug. We love you. Merry Christmas!
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