Christmas with the cousins

Can I just say it has been craaazzzyy. Way too little sleep and lots and lots of fun.

Zach's great day

Zach has been looking forward to this day as long as he can remember. It has been on his mind for lots of years. He is finally 8 and was baptized on Saturday the 27th. He was so excited. Of all of the great things about being baptized, one of the greatest was that his favorite people were able to be there. Of course there was mom and dad, and brothers and sisters, but the fact that Grandpa drove four days to be here and the Porter's braved the snowy roads to be here on his day were the best. He definitely felt special when he saw his friends and family there. Thanks to all who were able to come. Thanks to Nana for playing such beautiful music while we waited and to all of the cousins for such a great job singing with no practice. Thanks to Lexi and Paige for the accompianment. It was fabulous. Zach really did love it.
After the baptism, he chose to have build your own pizzas back at home. Whew, 27 pizzas later, we broke out Wii fit and had the most hilarious time watching 77 year old Papa twirl a virtual hula hoop. So much laughter and so much fun. That night, he got a phone call from a friend who was out of town wishing him congratulations and that completed one of his most perfect days ever.
It was definitely a great day that Zach will never forget.

Neglected

I think we have all felt neglected at some point. Either nobody talked to us, or someone we really liked ignored us, or maybe we just needed to have a pity party. In other words, I think we have all been part of neglection. Is that a word? Anyway, I feel like I have neglected my blog. The past few weeks have been crazy, stressful, and fun at the same time. Nothing tragic happened. Nothing has really changed. Life has just been full. Events that I have worried about for a long time are over, (pack meeting and visiting teaching conference) and now I feel like I can get back to regular life of lunches, field trips, lost library books, bad hair days, the one missing Sunday sock, laundry, and lost teeth. So, I would like to say it won't happen again, but I'm sure it will. Sorry. That's all I have to offer.

Pajama Obituary

In loving memory to "shark jammies." Born when Casey was a teeny boy, the piranha pajamas from Old Navy, were loved immediately. The first pair was bought when Casey was one. When he got too big and they had worn out to the threads, he only wanted "shark jammies." So, we got him the next size. Well, those soon wore out as well and Casey still wanted to wear "shark jammies." So, thanks to an exhausting look on ebay, we found 3T shark jammies. After a year of daily wear, the 3T shark jammies were beginning to look sad, so it was time for a new pair of shark jammies. After many looks on ebay, we found 4T shark jammies. Casey, still wearing them daily, still loving his shark jammies, was perfectly happy. That is until the vomits came to visit him. The 4T jammies were already on the slope to the graveyard, but when they got doused in vomit, they headed straight for the garbage. They are survived by no more shark jammies and hopefully will be replaced by Santa with big boy jammies.