Cuteness Overload

Last night at bedtime, some people were not very patient about waiting their turn to read books with me, so Emma Grace took the matter into her own hands.

And here's Isaac, patiently waiting for me to put the camera down and finish reading to him.

The End.

Random Update

The house is a wreck.
Like a big time wreck.
But the good kind of wreck that means you're moving soon.

Todd broke his pinkie toes.
(well, one broken....the other one severely messed up.)
He tells people he did it karate chopping muggers who were going after a sweet little old lady.
(Really he did it falling down the stairs carrying a heavy box of........tee shirts.)

The kids have been doing a lot of this while I pack:
(I know, I'm still waiting to get my Mother-of-the-Year Award some other time.)

We did manage to celebrate Genna or Liddet (Ethiopian Christmas) with a traditional coffee ceremony. Some of Isaac's favorite people in the world were there to celebrate with him and he kept saying: It's Christmas in my Ethiopia today.

Too cute.

Here are the kids wound up after their coffee and popcorn.
In case you were wondering, it is impossible to get a great picture of six kids, six and under. Seriously.
Impossible.

The girl on the right started at her new school this week.
She was scared, but brave. She is such a champ.
I already got a great report from her teacher.
She loves it there.

And this guy down here?
I can't even describe it.
We were so scared to start a new heavy medication for him.
But the doctors said it was time.
And they were right. It was time.
He's gained a pound on it.
He wants to eat all the time.
He's doing awesome.
He's feeling good.
He's doing well in speech therapy.
He's doing better in food therapy.
His heart is perfectly fine.
His GI tract is not acting up right this minute.
And did I mention that he's gained a pound?

We're all happy about this turn of events.
We're all praying it continues.
We all needed it.
We all hope it leads to a reduced amount of doctor appointments soon,
but we don't mind going this often if we keep getting such good news. :)


And that's it for my random update.
Happy Saturday Night.

Break time.

Taking a break from packing.

Contemplating......
When will I stop organizing and sorting while I pack?
At what point will I just start chucking everything in boxes haphazardly?

I'm thinking it will be very soon.
Maybe even tonight.

I know, I know.
Deep stuff.

Resolutions

NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS:

1. Gain weight. Do not start lifting weights or doing sit-ups or push-ups this year.

2. Eat more unhealthy foods. Give up veggies for candy, meat for cake, water for diet coke, etc.

3. Keep cramming the calendar full of events that take away from family dinners and time together. Family time is so overrated.

4. Spend less time reading the bible and more time reading books like Twilight and the Hunger Games.

5. Spend less time cultivating friendships that last.

6. Watch way more tv and play more video games.


(I've never done well with New Year's Resolutions, so I thought this year I would try reverse psychology and see if it helps.)

I'll keep you posted.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

(Enjoy these pics of our "overrated" family time together in the snow...) :)

Surprisingly, Owen lasted longer than we thought he would....

Adventure? Who needs it...

The older I get, the more I enjoy family time.

When you're young it's all about the adventure.
I don't seem to need all the adventure anymore.
Or maybe adventure has just come to mean something completely different.

Just stick me in a room surrounded by family and dude, I'm there.
And being with family at Christmas?

Witnessing the bond between grandparents and grandchildren?



Watching Todd's brother prove his, ahem, geekiness intelligence?

Dying laughing over inappropriate inside jokes with my sister-in-law?
(Who by the way is one of my most favorite people in this universe...just sayin'.)

Hearing my youngest babble and laugh with his grandma?

That's all the adventure I need.

Brother-in-law's family left Monday for New York.

Grandparents trickled out today.

And now it's back to the real world of packing and bringing in the New Year and looking forward to the magic of Christmas again next year.


Keep scrolling if you want to see more Christmas Scrumptious Cuteness:

Lachlen and Owen

Here are the two youngest, striped, Christmas-y, Fischer cuties:

I'm sure their relationship won't always be this peaceful.

And hopefully Lachlen won't always try to feed off of Owen....

But I do hope Owen always looks this happy when his younger cousin is around.

The End.

The Christmas of New Pets

Christmas 2010 has come and gone.

It was a great one.
We had a quiet morning at home full of yummy biscuits, coffee, and three excited children in their new Christmas jammies. (Minus Owen who had a small urine related incident.)

This was the Christmas of Pets. Pillow Pets. Emma Grace and Isaac have been begging for pillow pets since.....well I can't remember when, but let's just say for an annoyingly LONG amount of time. They have the commercial memorized to the point that on Christmas morning when I wondered aloud if you could wash them in the machine, from across the room EG says "oh yes, Mom. They're machine washable but you don't want to put them in the dryer."

Oh My.

So here are some pics below of their moments of joy when opening their machine washable pillow pets. We debated long and hard about whether or not to get Owen one since he has never expressed interest in them, but we felt like we should. You know - because he's getting bigger and we didn't want him to feel left out one day and have to go to years of counseling because he didn't receive a beloved pillow pet. (I'm sure we've given and will continue to give him many other reasons for counseling, but I didn't want pillow pet deprivation (ppd) to be one of them.)

So, without further ado, here they are excited to be opening the huge boxes that have been waiting under the tree.
(Look at Owen's face....so very, very happy.)

The diva with her zebra.
Sheer delight.

Isaac's first glimpse of his frog.
So excited!

And last but not least.......Owen with his machine washable monkey that he never asked for.
Complete and utter disappointment.
I hate to speak for him here, but I think his face pretty much says it all:
"Seriously? This is what you two morons have been going on and on about....It's a freaking pillow, and to be honest, I'm a little bit scared of it. I mean for crying out loud, this monkey is almost as big as I am."

I'm not sure what he thought was in the box, but I think we can all agree that
this. was. not. it.

The monkey is in his crib with him, but he is always curled up as far away as possible from it. Poor little monkey.
Poor little Owen.
Oh well, we'll try again next year.

Stay tuned for pics from our family time and our snow time.
Yup, we also got tons of snow starting Christmas night.
Machine Washable Pillow Pets and a white Christmas?
The only thing that could have made it better would be if the pets were stuffed with diamonds or something. (Which at $20 a pillow, I kind of thought they should have been.....)