Merry Christmas!

and just for fun:

Graham Cracker Houses

Last Monday our friends, the Garn and Julie Smiths, invited over for FHE to make some graham cracker houses.



Here, the whole gang is making their respective houses.


Joe's house.


Julie Smith's house.


The kids and their houses.


This is Grant's house. Grant used more candy than other kid, but none of it made it on his house. Rather, it went straight into his mouth. And when the candy ran out, he disassembled his house and started eating the walls of the house. Maybe he'll get it next year.

Our Little Princess

In this picture, Madison is featuring a present she made in her Pre-K class. Her classmates crafted their presents for their parents.

Madison informed us that we would not be the recipients of her present; instead, the beneficiaries of her skillful art would be her grandparents.

"Why don't I get the present?" Jenny inquired.

"Because your present is that you get to see me every day. They don't."

Sockgate Part II

So I posted earlier today about how Grant couldn't keep his socks on. When I gave the little stinker (quite literally) a bath tonight, he wouldn't take them off.

I have a cold, and can't smell a thing. Grant had just had his diaper changed, so it didn't occur to me--or my nose--that he could be dirty . . . again. So I stripped him down to his socks and diaper. To my surprise, Grant had a dirty.

I ignored the socks still on his feet and rushed to clean his bottom. While I was disposing of the wipes, he climbed right into the tub. Socks and all.

The Sock Monster

Grant has been loosing socks. Granted, his socks are small, so we thought that perhaps they were getting stuck in the dryer, or hiding in someone's shirt sleeve.

Yesterday Jenny put a fully socked Grant down for an afternoon nap. When she returned, he didn't have socks on (but he did have a smile). She jerked the sheets a few times to hopefully toss out the socks. Nothing.

"Granty, where are your socks?"

The devil pointed to the back of his crib. Jenny pulled the crib back a foot, and lo and behold, Jenny didn't just find Grant's socks. She found a whole hive of socks.

Happy Thanksgiving

Sorry that we don't update the blog very often. Jenny insists there's little going on in our lives worth posting about. She's probably right.

But this Thanksgiving we made it out to Jenny's family in PA. As you long-time readers of our blog will remember, I absolutely love the beauty of western Pennsylvania, and enjoy our trips out there. Highlights this year included:

1. Jenny's brother and sister each brought their fiancees home (both couples are getting married towards the end of the year). That was an interesting experience.

2. We shot guns. As noted elsewhere, I'm a little concerned that my father-in-law is teaching my wife to aim a gun. She does, though, look pretty sexy when aiming a shotgun. Just saying . . . .




3. There was tons of stuffing at the Thanksgiving dinner. And unlike my family, there were no rice and beans beside the Turkey.

4. New Moon. The entire family went to see the audition to determine if we would join Team R-Patz or Team Jacob. For both Jenny and I, it was clearly Jacob.