Awwwww

Amy and Daisy sleeping after the Family Christmas party Friday night.

Happiness in a small package.

Showing off her short shorts before they become too short.

Christmas pictures

Today Micah had. . . candy? surely not. . . lets see, oranges? Well. . . . hmmm. . . . I'm sure he ate something healthy. Well, if candy produces such cuteness, bring it on.

This morning I was sitting on the couch watching Up for the 80th time with Micah and he looked at me and said, "You sad?" and I said, "Yes." and he said, "Up make you sad?" and I said, "Yes." and said, "Micah kiss you face." and then he did. :)

Later we were at the store and he cried and cried and cried, (he slept on the way there, but had to wake up and his mom wouldn't carry him while pushing the cart). After about 20 minutes of wailing through the store we went to the toy aisle where he calmed down and started to like some of the toys. I told him we were there looking for a present for Amy so she could open something Christmas morning (poor child). He told me about some trucks he liked and he petted an elephant than I also petted (making it trumpet at him), he jumped, then smiled. We walked all around and then he said, "Found it Mom!" "Oh, found what?" "Found Amy's present!" I looked where he was pointing and saw the cutest little baby dolls! "Amy present, Mom!"

On the way home I told Micah, "I love you so much bug." "Love you too much, Mom!" he replied.

And this is what I found when I stopped writing to check on the kiddos. Apparently Micah couldn't hold out on Amy any longer and shared his chocolate with her. "Sorry Mom, sorry." he assurred me. I found her under the card table smacking away on a twix.

If you are worried about his lunch, rest assured he ate 1/4 of a silver salmon for dinner. Almost as much as his sister.

Donkeys, Camels and Wise Men.

Well the sickness has struck again. Micah started barfing on Friday night and stopped Late Saturday, Amy started Saturday evening, paused on Sunday, and continued in earnest Monday. Her last up-chuck was around noon today, so hopefully we are in the clear. Praise the Lord for healthy kids who can handle stuff like this. Today we finally got some of the house cleaned up after all the sadness and vomitting (wow, that sounds like what I say after I have a baby. . . ) and in the midst of cleaning we got out the little people Nativity set. Micah has been busily playing with it ever since. He seems to have expanded beyond stacking the characters too- right now the donkey and a wiseman are in heated conversation about going into the 'house'. (stable). Amy is busy eating everything she can find. She had 'Baby Jesus' before Micah got up from his nap and was chewing on him. I wanted to take a picture and say, "Taste and see that the Lord is good." but Micah showed up and grabbed it from her. We can't find him now. . . Baby Jesus, I mean. It's curious because I already rescued him from under the stove and Micah seems to have no idea where he is now.



Thank you, Lord Jesus, that we don't have to search for you in our blindness and sin, but that you came to seek and to save us who were lost.