The children were nestled. . .

My parents always took pictures of us on Christmas Eve so I have continued that tradition with my own kiddos. . .Merry Christmas!

About a month ago Madison and Molly decided that they would just rather sleep in the same bed. The same, tiny, twin bed. Well, whatever works I guess.

I know that Whitney is dreaming of a "Little Einsteins" Christmas. . .

Pretty packages

How could you NOT be excited about Christmas when you recieve adorable packages like this???

Every little detail right down to the adorable tags. . .

Thanks Conradts!!

To: S.C. From: Molly

Here's Molly's letter to Santa this year, complete with lyrics to a song (I'll copy it exactly, then write the translation. . .any of you mom's with 6 year olds should be fine. . .they still write mostly phonetically at that age)

up hiye upon my bed. I hear my santa. my oh my oh my oh my. I like the sawd of that, his jegaln is so true. I wish heed give me that. I love you so much your gifets are so swell. I'ed give you one right nawe.

(Up high upon my bed. I hear my Santa. My oh my oh my oh my. I like the sound of that, his jingling is so true. I wish he'd give me that. I love you so much. Your gifts are so swell. I'd give you one right now.)

This song was complete with a sweet picture of santa in his sleigh crossing the moon with all eight reindeer.

Here's her letter:
To: S.C. From: Molly
Whatever you want to get me is ok. And one more question. How do reindeer fly??

Is that the sweetest or what?

Meanwhile. . . back at the Hall of Justice

Please tell me you love and remember this cartoon. . .with the little swirly "SF" symbol. . .

Anyway, it's all I could think of when I was called to go to the official "Hall of Justice"

I've been selected for jury duty. I hope I don't puke on the courtroom floor.

Not sure what to say. . .

I'm sure if any of you were near a tv yesterday or this morning you heard this news. Omaha is a short 45 minute drive for us, and I've been to THAT mall a gazillion times and THAT store, several.

I know for some of you Utahns, it was a painful reminder of what happened at Trolley Square last February.

As my kids get older, I hate having to try to explain this kind of event. Completely disturbing and senseless. I find myself stumbling over words to tell them what happened. I guess that's a good thing. I did have one emotion that surprised me.

After the initial shock of it all, and thinking of my close friends that live in Omaha that I know shop at that store, I was filled with a true sorrow for that young man. I felt so bad for him and for his family. What a life he must have led, a life he had to struggle through. It made me so thankful for my family and the good life that I had growing up (it was by no means easy, and I certainly made some mistakes, but I was loved and healthy--physically and mentally).

I know people always get so upset about "giving criminals what they want", the shooter himself, said he was going to be "famous" now. But in addition to feeling sorrow for families whose lives changed yesterday, I can find nothing wrong with having empathy for another child of God that was truly lost.

Keeping up with the bloggers

In honor of my competitive nature to keep up with her, her, her, her and her AND her AND her. . .


Let the puking begin. . . .