Thursday, December 27, 2012
Christmas Day
My parents arrived on Christmas Day! Our time with them was super laid back, yet still full of energy. The boys opened more toys (Thank goodness we took a load of toys to Goodwill days before Christmas!), adding to their growing collection of trucks, costumes, play-doh, super hero stuff, guns, swords (That's right. Weapons. It's unavoidable with boys.) and sports gear. 'Tis the season to be jolly!
SANTA
I think Carson's comment sums it up: "Man, Santa really hooked us up. I wish you and Daddy hooked us up like this." HA!
Ross Family Christmas Eve
This year's Ross Family Christmas was at Rob and Tracy's house, which is minutes from our place. (This certainly helped my puffy eye lids on Christmas Day after our midnight-hour "fat man in a red suit" duties.) As usual, we filled our bellies and our hearts with food, family and fun.
'Cause I got Jesus inside of me!
Carson sang two songs one of our church's Christmas Eve services. Like proud parents, we sat in the front row, though these are the best pics I could get. (Where's Waldo?!)
Santa's Magical Kingdom
There's a light display near our house that we visit every year: Santa's Magical Kingdom. After a 50 minute wait and a 10 mph slow roll in the car to see the 20 minute viewing, we crossed this tradition off our list for 2012.
Thursday, December 20, 2012
"I can't like it."
Me: Brady, will you please put on your coat?
BMR: No, I can't like it.
Me: Brady, eat your green beans.
BMR: No, I can't like it.
Me: Brady, stop pushing the play-doh on the floor.
BMR: No, I can't like it.
Me: Brady, it's time to go to bed. No more Bubble Guppies.
BMR: No, I can't like it.
ME: Brady, stop trying to get out of your seat while we are moving.
BMR: No, I can't like it.
This phrase should annoy me because it's Brady's way of saying, "No. I don't like what you are asking me to do." I think it's the cutest thing. Half the time I don't correct him with, "You mean, you DON'T like it, Brady," to ensure he keeps me smiling with it.
HB - this one is for you! : )
BMR: No, I can't like it.
Me: Brady, eat your green beans.
BMR: No, I can't like it.
Me: Brady, stop pushing the play-doh on the floor.
BMR: No, I can't like it.
Me: Brady, it's time to go to bed. No more Bubble Guppies.
BMR: No, I can't like it.
ME: Brady, stop trying to get out of your seat while we are moving.
BMR: No, I can't like it.
This phrase should annoy me because it's Brady's way of saying, "No. I don't like what you are asking me to do." I think it's the cutest thing. Half the time I don't correct him with, "You mean, you DON'T like it, Brady," to ensure he keeps me smiling with it.
HB - this one is for you! : )
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