So some of the stories of Christmas, with our special visitors Aunt Amanda and Uncle Jeremy from New Hampshire, along with the usual suspects:
On Saturday we went to dinner at the Charcoal Pit with Amanda, Jeremy, Muddy, Guppy, Onkteb and Aunt Gail. Addie of course had to sit in between Amanda and Jeremy. While engaging in mind-blowing conversations, such as how to pull one's hair around to her face and make a mustache with it, Jeremy's tattoos came up. My brother's arms are basically big tattoos. He was showing Addie all of the different pictures, and talking to her about them. Both Muddy and I were interjecting things like, "Addie, you'll never get a tattoo, right?" and "Only Uncle Jeremy can have them." Well the conversation died down and we went on to talk about something else. At that point, Addie looks at Uncle Jeremy, sticks her index finger out, shakes it at him and says very sternly, "Not nice. We only draw on paper!" OMG, if only someone had been recording that, it was priceless.
Evidence #1
Evidence #2
And it wouldn't be Christmas with our family unless something totally inappropriate happened. See below. I don't think words can justify this cruel occurrence. So I'll say nothing. (Do know, however, that he had NO idea he was walking around like this. Poor kid! Where were his parents?)
Ok, so it's not from Christmas, but close enough. Below is a picture of Ben after demolishing my ice cream cake birthday cake. It looks as if he's trying the very popular camo look for 2008?
The playhouse serves multiple purposes. Most recently it was a bakery for Pastry Chef Addie.
Brian and I went to the movies on Saturday night. We saw The Great Debaters with Denzel Washington. You MUST see this movie. It should be mandatory in every high school in America too!
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