Dinner

So, dinner time is usually an interesting event. R took these photos of the kids during dinner the other night--they were being particularly silly that night. Here is C--he's into making faces for the camera.

C

S loves to smile for the camera

S

And MK sits in the bouncy seat while we eat. Don't you just love those big blue eyes?

MK

The Good News And The Bad News

So, the good news is that our tub is no longer clogged. You know how annoying it is when you take a shower and end up standing in water up to your calf because the drain is clogged or just draining REALLY slowly. We've been dealing with it. It would drain, just would take a while. Saturday night, the tub finally wouldn't drain anymore. R did his best in trying to clear it, but it just caused the toilet to clog. We were thinking, "Well, at least we have the bathroom downstairs that we can use. Good thing, huh?" Do you see where this is going?

And the bad news--It started to rain in our downstairs bathroom.

We had to have a plumber come Saturday night at 11pm. He was there until 1 am. Then, a disaster repair company came Sunday morning and proceeded to cut away the ceiling and wall in the downstairs bathroom (you know, the bathroom we JUST did) and pulled up some carpet in the boys bedroom right next to the bathroom (Yeah, that carpet we JUST laid down 2 days before Christmas.)

The kids are having slumber parties in MK's room.

The Attack of Facebook

So, apparently all my family and friends are on Facebook and have massed a huge campaign to get me on there as well. Yesterday, I got online and check out my email and I found that I had 20 (and no, I'm not exaggerating) as in twenty, 2-0, 20 emails saying that "so-and-so" has added me as a friend on Facebook. Today, there were an additional 12 emails.

I'm glad to have friends, but now I'm feeling ganged up on. Didn't my mom always tell me to not give into peer pressure? (But I got one from my mom, too.)

Is it only a matter of time until I sucumb? Who knows. It took my sister over a year to get me on to Blogspot and do a family blog.

Wii Update

C is a fierce competitor in Wii Bowling. He is constantly out bowling his competition which includes his dad, his uncles, his cousins, his aunts, and dear ol' mom. He now wants to go do the real thing. It sounds like we have a bowling date set for our next FHE.

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas everyone!

We are visiting R's dad in southern Nevada. Now that might sound warm as you think Las Vegas or something, but no--it's just as cold as it was in Utah with snow and all. We slept in their moterhome, which C thinks is just like a hotel. C was up at the butt-crack of dawn trying to get us all up so we could come inside the house and see what Santa left us. We did manage to get him to lay back down and let everyone sleep until a more reasonable time.

We've had a fun morning opening presents and playing with new toys. Santa brought us a Wii. R is setting it up with his brothers and dad--who knows when the boys or I will get a turn to play it. MK made off with quite the haul--lucky little girl. The boys didn't do so bad either.

We've enjoyed spending time with family. I wish I could see my family as well, but can't really be in 2 places at once.

On the 10th day of Christmas . . .

On the 10th day of Christmas my true love gave to me CARPET!

It's true! We are FINALLY getting carpet in the rooms downstairs, the stairs, and the landing. Could we have taken any longer? Probably, but I'm glad we're not. =) Soon, we'll be setting up a room downstairs for the the boys so MK can move into their old room (right now, her bed is in the living room and her clothes are cluttering my room.) Also, R can move out of the cold, dark dungeon unfinished part of the basement that he's been using as a study. We'll be playing "musical rooms" as my mom used to say when I was younger.

I'm so excited to move things into place instead of tripping over things and having things stuffed into corners and on top of each other because we don't have room for them right now. I'm getting giddy.

10 Years Ago

I had one of those rare moments when all was quite and I could hear myself think--ok, it was when I was in the shower. (Maybe this is why I've started taking longer showers.) So, during my long shower I started thinking how it has now been 10 years since I lived in France. 10 years ago, I was living in Versailles as a missionary. I spent Christmas Eve at a Cathedral in Paris for Christmas Mass. We had tried to get into Notre-Dame de Paris, but "no room at the inn." I remember riding back to our apartment down Les Champs-Elysee toward l'Arc de Triumph and looking at all the lights in the trees that lined the streets. It was beautiful. We spent the next day exchanging small gifts and eating a 10 course meal. (Not exagerating--10 full courses! Oh, it was a lot of food. Delicious food, though.) I also remember talking to my parents on the phone and wanting to talk to all my brothers and sisters so bad that I slept on the couch so that I'd hear the phone ring at some crazy hour like 3:30 am, but I was so tired and groggy that I didn't get to talk much--I just wanted to be able to go back to sleep.

It's funny that even though I know time has gone by--I see it everyday in the fact that I have 3 growing kids--I'm still shocked to realize that it's been 10 years. It just sounds like so long ago, when it doesn't feel like it's been that long ago. I still talk to college buddies, and it seems like it wasn't all that long ago we were doing crazy things like working at a Haunted Forest one freezing cold night (shout out to J & Melissa!), driving 8 hours round trip in the middle of the night to see boys (Yup, Melissa and J again), going sledding at the sanddunes (you know it J & Kat!), staying up to 3 am playing harts, phase 10, etc and then making pancakes (we had to outlaw phase 10 after many unfortunate incidents involving slammed doors, shouting names that were not given to us by our mothers, and overall annoyances), and-oh yeah-going to classes.

I'm getting old.

Up On The Rooftop...

 

Up on the rooftop......Nope, not reindeer. It's my boys! We spent a good part of Saturday getting the house cleaned up so we can make room for out Christmas decorations. R climbed up on the roof to put up our Christmas lights. Both C & S wanted to go up and help dad. So this is them on the roof "helping" dad put up the lights. C went up last year to "help" and wanted to do it again. This year, C was a little freaked out by it. S was loving it. He's our little daredevil. In hindsight, we probably shouldn't have encouraged something like this to our budding Evil Canevil.