Time for a new post

Funny how every now and then I'll be checking blogs, and then will check ours. I'm secretly hoping that somehow the Blog Fairy will have posted and amazing update, complete with gorgeous photos and dripping with wit. Hasn't happened yet. (Confession time: I also harbor the idea that my keys should always be on the hook, even if that's not the last place that I left them, just because I've seen them there so many times. And, even though we've lived in our house over 5 years, I still have a wonderful recurring dream that I'll find a new door, open it, and discover a full daylight basement....) So, yes, I've just been living in denial for 3 months that our last blog post was of Christmas Day. I've taken very few pictures of the kids the last few months. I have a dying camera battery that will only stay charged for a few shots at a time, and, we've been too busy stimulating the economy, spending lots of money (and time) dealing with house projects lately. More on that later...

Here are a few pictures, though. Enjoy!

Brooke had a wonderful train birthday party (her first drop-off party) with a James cake. She still loves showing everyone her 4 fingers to show her age.



Brooke loves tents! She received one for her birthday, which she quickly named her "tabernacle," thanks to BSF and our Life of Moses study! She slept in it every night, on top of her bed, until it was replaced by Uncle David's Thomas tent from Christmas. (Now the rule is that she can sleep in her Thomas tent if she hasn't had any time-outs that day.) The tabernacle is a great place for a tea party with her big girl tea set, which was her birthday present from us. Bet you didn't know that the train Diesel likes peppermint tea!


Bridger loves balloons. In fact, he woke up crying in the middle of the night last week and I went in to check on him. I picked him up and asked him what was wrong. The reply? "Boon! Boon!" For the record, kid, I do NOT appreciate being dragged out of bed at 3 in the morning to hear a request for a balloon! (And no, he didn't get it. Mean old mommy, not letting him sleep with a choking hazard!)

Check out Bridger's "Balloon Game." This is the mild version! Fortunately, it's not always directed at Brooke. He just loves to swing balloons as violently as he can. Maybe Elizabeth can teach him the calmer game from the Waggener sisters' childhoods during our visit next week.