Merry Christmas...a little late

**We've been sans Internet for a while so here's our Christmas morning post a little late**

MERRY CHRISTMAS
from:

Sir Cartalot the Knight/Minstrel (Santa brought Carter a guitar--not pictured),

...his squire, Will the Hungry (poor Will, he was starving all morning and ate the bananas Santa left in his and Daddy's stockings instead of opening his presents),

...his Dad who sadly spent the whole day in bed and couldn't come to Great-Grandma's and Great-Grandpa's house with us,

...and his mom who now has an awesome running vest and won't get hit by a car when she goes running in the morning.

"It's true, where ever you find love, it feels like Christmas!!"

-Muppet Christmas Carol

Good Tidings of Great Joy

Luke 2 (and a bit of Matthew 2)

And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus, that all the world should be taxed.

And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger...

And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.

And lo, the sheep of the flocks did shout for joy and did give high fives unto one another. (I love their woolly belts) It reminded me of this.

Now when Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judaea in the days of Herod the king, behold, there came wise men from the east to Jerusalem,

Saying, Where is he that is born King of the Jews?

The next Thomas Edison

Well, it might not be very comfortable, but in theory it's a pretty good idea.

Carter rubber banded a matchbox race car to his foot so that he could go rollerskating in the kitchen.

What The Gladsome Tidings Be

So, I went to the salon yesterday (thank you Chelsi for watching my boys) to get my hair done for Jeremy's swanky work party that I had to borrow a dress for because I do not own "cocktail attire." I love getting my hair done, but I do not know what it is about salons that brings out the worst in women. It seems like every time I go, no one is ever saying anything nice. Maybe the fumes from the haircare products activate the beeyotch switch and the women just can help the rude, bitter, ornery comments from flying out of their mouths. Yesterday's complaining session was about Christmas. How decorating makes such a bleeping mess and how annoying Christmas music is and how it never feels like Christmas anymore. The girl who cuts my hair wondered if it was the economy or the warm weather that was making people not feel excited for Christmas. I want to scream, "IT'S BECAUSE YOU'VE FORGOTTEN CHRIST! Everything else is just a symbol of Him and his love for us. DON'T YOU GET IT? It has nothing to do with the economy or the weather, it has everything to do with YOU." But since I'm a coward I didn't say anything. The conversation has been bothering me all day because I'm excited that it's Christmas time and I love getting ready for Christmas and all of the time consuming festivities that go along with it.
So, a little too late, here's my rebuttal.



My super-cute and wonderful former roommate, Kristin, gave me this FANTASTIC book when we were roommates eight years ago. It's called "Shepherds, Why This Jubilee?" by Elder Jeffrey R. Holland. It's two different talks about the Christmas season and the Savior. If you're feeling too much like Ebenezer this year, I recommend that you read this book and then the one by Mr. Dickens. They always make me feel better and help me to feel the Christmas spirit.


Merry Christmas from my soapbox to yours:)

Oh, There's No Place Like Home for the Holidays...

We spent Thanksgiving with Jeremy's family this year and had a great time--we missed you Grandpa Dave. Here are some of the pictures from Thanksgiving day and the weekend.

Grandma and Grandma.


C, W, P1, P2, P3

B&B

Kaycee and Will --she taught him lots of tricks:)

Double trouble.

Will and Papa

Storytime with Aunt Kat