Precious Memories

Putting cookies out for Santa:

The task.


The walk.

Here we go, just for Santa. Now, is anyone watching?

The cookie looks pretty good.


I'll just see if it's good enough for Santa.


Mmmmmmmm

Holiday Travel

This year traveling with all three has been the easiest in three years. We got to the airport early to avoid the last to check in worry of losing our seats and having to go on the next day's flight. We avoided security by pleading to the officer that we were traveling with 3 small children. We avoided the delays because there was no snow. It was a pleasant trip and the boys were absolutely perfect. They played nicely on the plane the entire time and were absolutely perfect. Amber didn't do so well at the landing for our layover, she cried (read: screamed) the entire 20 min. descent into Dickenson. But, she was OK on takeoff and the landing into Williston.

It has been a nice trip and as always I am ready to get home. Four days trapped inside makes the boys very antsy and into everything. But overall, they are doing great and they very much enjoy spending time with Grandma and Grandpa and Uncle Mark and Aunt Diane.

Tomorrow we head home.

Christmas Cheer

I have been busy updating our Fossil Ridge Farm blog that I continue to neglect this very important part of me and our family. We had a wonderful Thanksgiving with everyone here celebrating our last Thanksgiving in our house on Bluestem. It was sort of nostalgic, but that was certainly overshadowed by the excitment of family and the impending holidays.

After seeing Santa at the mall on Sunday, the kids decided to re-create Santa's sleigh out of our living room chair. The chair is positioned in a corner, so they piled every single toy in the house behind the chair. They piled up and pored over the edge. They informed me that this was Santa's sleigh.

Santa!

Cory and Tyler both sat on Santa's lap. I thought Cory would, but Tyler surprised me by climbing up in his lap. Amber surprised me by not climbing in his lap. They both asked for cuckoo clocks (!?) and 2 wheel bikes (without training wheels). In fact, Cory informed me that he would cry if his bike had training wheels on it.