Don't Unbutton that Shirt Just Yet

We sat down for dinner the other night when Sam realized he didn't have a drink. He quickly and emphatically asked me to get his milk, asking, "where IS it, Mommy?"

I was feeding Grey which prompted a few more questions. It went something like this.

S: "Mommy, whachew do-een?"
Me: "I'm feeding Grey."
S: "Have milk?"
Me: "Well, sort of. Grey can't have the same milk you drink."
S: (holding his cup towards Grey) "Here Grey."
Me: "That's sweet of you to share, buddy, but Grey can't drink that milk."
S: "Where's it come from?"
(Bob and I look at each other. Muffled chuckling insues.)
Me: "It comes from me, bud."

At this point, Sam starts unbuttoning his shirt and reaching his hand inside and mumbling something about "I feed Grey..."

No Blow-up Things!

Our zoo has something called Zoolight Safari. Basically, around Christmas, they decorate the zoo with Christmas lights and blow-up Santas, trains and snowmen. All the animals are put away except for those in the petting zoo section.

Sam has decided he is petrified of the blow-up things. Peh-treh-fied. So, we had a great time at the Zoolight Safari including avoiding any and all vicious, life-threatening blow-up Santas and snowmen.

Last Post of 2009

Why not call it what it is, right?
Bear with me as I attempt to recap our year in short sentences and links.

January was a rough month. There's an understatement.

Bob had a close call. However, that experience has had a lot of positive reprecussions in our lives.

We found out we were going to have another boy.

We went to the Grove Park Inn.

I was propositioned by a trucker.

We went camping.

We went to the beach.

I turned 27.

We celebrated 5 years of marriage!

Sam cultivated some friendships.

I made a new friend at the pool.

I got really big and then, Grey came to meet us!

We went camping again.

Sam turned 2!

The boys and I went to NC to introduce Grey to some great-grandparents.

We bought our first artificial tree. (Eeek!) Which I would be upset about except that it's for the boys and it'll stay upstairs. (I have a secret fantasy about having a tree in each person's room (and the living room) and this is the only way it can happen.)

And a bunch of other stuff to fill in the gaps. Check ya later, '09.

And So it Began to Deteriorate

Bob gets mouth ulcers. Really bad mouth ulcers. The kind that make you cringe when you see them. Anyway, he used to get them fairly regularly and since death month, when he had roughly 40 in his throat (i.am.not.exxagerating), neither of us can remember him getting one this year.

And then last week rolled around. And he got a "sore throat"...otherwise known as an ulcer...on his UVULA. On his uvula, people. Who even knew that was possible?

See?



Part of it is missing. Just gone. Burned off by the ulcer, I suppose.

At least there was just one this time.

Outtakes

Short of the arm, we're not too bad here. Eyes open and both looking at the camera.


Sassy, Sam. Real sassy. Psss, Grey, look at the camera.

More sass.

Psss, Sam, look at the camera!

I guess Grey knows something we don't.

About as good as it's gonna get. We'll take it.

Holla-atcha Boy. I'm Out, Mom.

I wish I could tell you this was Sam's first attempt at running away. Packing up his own bag in a huff, and heading down the road much like his dad may, or may not have done, around the tender age of 4. However, this was an arranged vacating of the house. This is just Sam headed to the grandparents' for the evening.

Is it Three Years Before Something Becomes a Tradition?

I guess I took yesterday off from blogging...
Everyone ok with that? Alright, good.

We've been trying to decide what Christmas traditions we want to do with the boys. So far, we're thinking:
-open one gift on Christmas Eve, which will most likely be pajamas (a friend of mine did this growing up, I always wanted to open one gift on C.E. so this sounds like a compromise)
-taking the kids to get a pic with Santa...this is spear-headed by my mother-in-law and this year it went great...last year, notsomuch.
-bake a cake for baby Jesus (this year, it'll be a "cahaaaake wid m'n'ms!!!"
-Christmas Eve, go to the C.E. service, come home and open the one gift, get in PJs, hot chocolate for Sam, coffee for me and Bob, nothing for Grey just yet and we'll drive around looking at lights
-praying for families who send us a Christmas card (this isn't meant to exclude, it's just helpful to show the kids who we're praying for)

I think that's what we're looking at for this year. What about you? Any cool traditions you and your family do/have done in the past?
My friend Tyler also blogged about traditions. Honestly, he beat me to the punch and he's a lot funnier than I am anyway. That's why I didn't tell you about it until the end of this post.