Christmas Sickness

This year for Christmas, everyone here gave each other a stomach bug.

It's the gift that keeps giving. 

Who Puked & When

Cousin Ryder - 21st & 22nd

Cousin Gavin - 23rd

Aunt Alisha - 23rd

Jagger  and Aunt Kenzie- 24th

Cash and Grandpa- Christmas

Brei - 26th

Grandma - 28th

And hopefully that is the end of that.  Here is to hoping that your Christmas was merry, and a little less "eventful" than ours. 

The Thought That Counts?

What kind of sick person would bring a hermit crab to an office gift exchange party?

My husband, that’s who. 

I felt like someone was about to get mad when they received this as their $15 gift in Dirty Santa, so I threw in the itunes gift card so no one felt ripped off. 

But still, really?  A hermit crab, Grant?  It was hysterical though, I have to admit. 

And in the end, it actually went to a good home. 

Later that night, same party, different gift:

Yeah, it was made specifically for my dear husband.  I’m not going to tell the story, the shirt pretty much says it all.  You can ask Grant if you need to know the specifics. 

More “That’s What He Said”

Cash:  (Talking, not singing)  “Our God is an awesome God who reigns from heaven above.  With a flashlight so he can find monsters and skeletons.”

While I attempting to to explain a couple political things to Jagger (the president’s job and what voting means,) I used such phrases as running for president and race.  Jagger’s response:  “So the first one who gets there wins?”

Jagger to Cash:  “Didn’t I just tell you NO?….Well clearly I meant NO.  What part of NO don’t you understand?”  -Oh dear, he’s been listening to his parents. 

Me, watching college basketball:  “This game is stressing me out!”  Jagger:  “But I can stress you out more Mom, right?”

Uh, right.

Christmas-y Shenanigans

 

 

I Lied

Before, I mentioned that the tree wasn’t gonna get decorated until after Thanksgiving. 

But now, the bottom two feet of it look like this: 

I later heard Cash say, “The dinosaurs want to go to Jesus’ birthday party!”

Mid November Nothings

1. i haven’t blogged for a long time.  lack of motivation.  sorry three readers that i have. 
2. we spent halloween with the chicago cousins.  ‘twas fun.  jeffy babysat so sister and i could do lots of shopping.  i like him for that. 
3. except for when we got home one evening my kid was pantless in the driveway. 
4. cash is so stinkin’ cute sometimes. 
5. he still loves to cuddle me and asks if i am happy.  he really wants me to be happy.  i love it! 
6. he’s still seems so little to me.  love it again. 
7. my big sis got her referral for her baby girl from ethiopa, and i couldn’t be more excited.  i can’t stop looking at baby girl clothes for her.  she should be here early next year i believe. 
8. we’re still trying to move, but no bites on the house yet. 
9. not sure how well this for-sale-by-owner-thing is gonna work.  we’ll probably get more aggressive the first of the year.
10. the boys have been begging to put up the christmas tree and i finally gave in today.  although we aren’t decorating it yet.  i am determined to leave it alone until after t-day.
11. this getting dark at 5 o’clock is not for me. 
12. grant and i have been playing a lot of the old school super mario 3 lately.  we would like to challenge some friends.  anyone interested? 

Grant’s Fav Meal

On the Menu:

The Pioneer Woman’s Steak Bites

Cheddar Biscuits

A Green Vegetable, just for good measure

Cheddar Biscuit Recipe

1/2 lb Bisquick

1 1/2 oz shredded Cheddar

5 1/2 oz water

Mix it all and plop a dozen balls onto a pan.

Bake 10-12 minutes in a 375 degree oven.

Meanwhile, mix

2 TB melted butter, 1 tsp garlic salt, & 1 tsp of parsley

Brush over freshly bakes biscuits. 

So easy, so delish. 

Hometown Parade

Perfect weather.  Team spirit.  Cool trucks.  Free T-shirt.  Lots of candy.  Political stickers.  Marching bands.  Funny college kids.  Popcorn.  M-I-Z chants.  Familiar faces.   Endless high-fives.  

Naps on the way home:)

Operation: Decrapify the House

The idea of packing up our stuff and moving out is getting a little more real every day. 

Our first mission:  Pack up all the crap and hide it, so that someone will think the house is cute and will want to buy it. 

Mission 2:  Sell the house to that certain someone.

Mission 3: Live in Grandpa’s house while we save money and build a new place. 

Mission 4: Never move again? 

A few questions, a few prayers

• have more kids?
• public or private school?
• adopt?
• go back to school?
• be foster parents?
• get a job?
• build a house?
• sell our house?
• how will this affect that?
• will that strain us?
• emotionally, mentally, financially?
• does this decision make us selfish?
• will we feel guilty if we don’t?
• is it okay to be confused?
• to change your mind?
• to disagree?
• to cry about it?
• should i get new boots? (kidding)

feeling blessed and worried at the same time.  that’s all.

and feeling like a season of prayer is coming on.