Not me! Monday

Welcome to Not me! Monday, where we can be brutally honest and live to tell about it.

This has not been the longest week ever it seems. Nope, I have no reason to complain, it was only a 4 day return to reality week!

To celebrate the week coming to an end, it is not me and my children who have been in our pajamas since Friday night! Nope, I would never ever do that to my kids. We did not have baths Friday night and put pajamas on to only be still wearing them on Sunday afternoon! Nope, never.

*Side note, I did bathe last night and put my pajamas back on! The children on the other hand...nah, not so much.

I have not been thinking about nothing but a Dairy Queen dipped ice cream cone daily since it has been cold around here this last week. It is not me that cannot seem to kick the idea out of my head that I should just put the kids in the car (in their pajamas) and take them to DQ so we can get ice cream! Nope, not me. I am more logical than that. I would never drag my kids out in these temps just to satisfy my desire for ice cream. Good gracious no, the high has only been in the 30s! Now, just for the record, we were out on Friday and went by to get a cone and the machine was froze up, the water going to DQ had frozen so no ice cream cones for us.

It is not my sweet little children who have been waking me up at all hours of the night and then insisting on waking up and getting up this weekend at the lovely hour of just 6am! Nope, they love to sleep.

It is not me who just loves the cold weather we have been having. Nope, not me. I love the sweltering heat we normally have. I am not enjoying bundling up one bit!

It is not my precious youngest child who has turned into a screaming wild child the last few days, from what I am hoping is new teeth coming in. You know, then at least there would be a reason for it!

It is not me who is considering breaking the record for most hours staying home in pj's tonight because I do not want to cook or clean up the mess. Humm, anyone know of a "come in your pajamas" kind of restaraunt around here? Hehe

Happy Not Me'ing...run on over to MckMama's and see what else people have not been doing lately!

A ton of Christmas pictures, finally.

Since I was not happy with the way our other Santa pictures came out, we took another trip to see a different big guy. And what better day to go see Santa than Christmas Eve. I think we might just have to make that a new tradition.



He couldn't totally decide if Santa was someone he wanted to get to know better or just pack up and run away from. I guess he figured it was not too bad. After seeing Santa, we walked over and had lunch at Berryhill, yummy!



We went to the 5pm Christmas Eve service at church and man was it windy! Gee Gee and Pap met us there.



The obligatory "kids in front of the tree on Christmas Eve" picture, crazy momma waited until most of the kids had stripped out of their nice shirts before taking the picture. Oh well.



Ummm, not really sure what is going on here but aren't they super cute?!



Getting cookies and milk ready for Santa!



Mighty Mite had to help too. Hehe



Then he decided he had to taste the cookies first, you know to make sure they were safe for Santa. Funny thing is, the is the first year Boog has not done that. Guess Tutti-Frutti is taking over that responsibility!



Santa's cookies and milk. Freshly prepared and waiting.



Before bed, Daddy read a few Christmas stories.



Listening to the story!



Santa came! Wheew, boy did he!



The look of pure joy when discovering that Santa had been there.



Santa brought me new cups!



Crazy mismatched socks! He loved them. Still wearing a pair everyday. Boy that is fun to keep up with in the laundry department.



Humm, how does this work?



What is this thing?



Huh?



Wow! I got the Spiderman gun I asked for!



Ohh, a bike!



Santa ate all of his cookies.



Having fun in the Handy Manny car.



Alright! The scary castle!



Something must have been funny.



This gift is the reason we had been fussing back and forth about spending money right before Christmas. A NEW paintball gun. A few months back, Sour Apple started playing paintball with friends from school. He had a gun from a while back but it was used. On the first day he went to play, he discovered that something was wrong with the gun he had, he was heartbroken. He borrowed a gun from a friend and had a great time. Well, a few days later, he began asking how much money he had left from his birthday. He had a friend that was selling an old gun for $50 so he could put the money toward a newer nicer gun. He kept on and on and on. I continued telling him that he was not going to spend that much on a used gun...yadda yadda yadda. I had decided the day he played and the gun did not work that I would get him a new one for Christmas. Boy, he did not make it easy. But the look on his face when he saw the new gun, by the way it was the same brand, possibly same gun that his friend was selling, made it worth it all. He was so super happy!



Oh boy! An iPod touch. Yes, I know...we bought an iPod touch for a 4 year old, so what's your point? That means that we all have access to our phones when we need them and it was the best investment EVER. He loves it. Glad we decided to go ahead and do it, otherwise there would have been a very unhappy little boy (who thinks that he is the same age as the big kids) who did not get the same thing as his older siblings.



This is cool!



Yay! Fuzzy boots!



Whatchu' lookin' at, Monkey?



presents...



presents...



The hats that grandma made.









I got a scarf, but found out just last night that I am now the proud owner of a hat too! Thanks grandma, you're the best!



Riding the skateboard from brother's new game.



New scooter...



and new bike!

New header...

Like my new header?!? It is about time I updated the pictures of the kiddos. Although, I cannot take credit for the photos used this time.

These are a few of our family Christmas pictures. Humm, I guess now is as good a time as any to show you the rest too but first, I will introduce the photographer. Didn't she do a great job?

A big huge thank you to my friend Shannon. We love them.





















Can you tell that these were taken when he was so super sick? He felt miserable. RSV sucks.







Do I even need to tell you that this is my all time favorite picture EVER?