Let the Holiday's Begin!

What a week. 

James punched Daniel. Daniel got a major bloody nose. 

Daniel provoked James. James threw a block at Dan's head. Dan got 3 layers of super glue at the doctor's office.

3 days off from school and the kids are fighting like cats and dogs... and to think that I actually wanted to keep James home from preschool this year!

Daniel. is. a. piece. of. art.

On Wednesday he got mad at me. Quietly, and in his special stubborn manner, he marched straight up to our bedroom, pulled out a highlighter and proceeded to draw ALL over my side of the bedroom. The walls. The baseboards. Outlet plates. Window sills. Vent. 

Such a stinker.

Just last week I re-painted our walls after his black marker episode.

As a reward, he got to go to bed at 4:30, no dinner, and no playing with Ama while Mommy and Daddy went to eat dinner at The Roof. 

Ha! Who won that one, Mr. Daniel???

For the past few weeks James has been silently begging for us to put up the Christmas tree.

This time last year, when asked why we celebrate Christmas, his response was: "decorations."

I took the response personally, like maybe I was placing too much emphasis on them. However, they are just as important to him this year. I'd be happy without 90% of the holiday decor. My 4 boys would not. Christmas is so magical with James. We finally put up the tree yesterday and he is complete.

I have a baby :)

I LOVE my baby. 

I surprise myself with how much I love MY babies, because I sort of cringe when I see other people's babies. They're a lot of work. But not my babies. They're exhausting-- yet somehow energizing.

I just want to sit and hold my baby all day long. And cuddle. And kiss him. And smell him. And chew on his fat thighs.

This is a picture of my baby in his polar bear outfit. It even has little paw prints on the footies. 

We all love Baby.

Friday night we stayed overnight at Snowbird (it came free with our pass). Boys were in heaven and begging to go back next weekend. James is skiing (with the edgy-wedgy keeping his skis together) and Daniel is doing pretty well too. Mike is a proud dad. His four year old may not be reading, but he can ride a two wheel bike and ski all by himself. What more could a dad hope for!?