'Twas the Night Before Christmas...

The Annual Pyramid

Shepherd Fisher

Nativity '07

Wiseman Brayden, Joseph--Connor, Mary--Maddie, Baby Jesus--Logan, Shepherd Fisher, Angel Mckenzie & Angel Leah

Brayden's New PJ's

We thought getting Brayden enormous dinosaur footsy pj's would be SO funny, however, the joke was on us when he opened them, shouted "yes!" and ran to try them on!? We looked at each other, puzzled, and hoped they'd be too small. Yes, they were, and yes, he totally fooled us.

Think they'll sleep? Surely the angry one will...

Keepin' it Real

Yesterday Connor said to Rick, "Dad, you know everything, huh. Because Treysen said dads don't know everything, but I don't believe him."

As all parents know, for every ego-building statement of adoration like this, there are at least two of the other kind of kid statements that...keep us humble. Recent "humility builders" we've gotten? While trying out a hula hoop last week, "Dad, that's just sick." While standing still last night, "Mom, I think you have two mosquito bites on your chin." I need not point out that mosquito season was months ago.

Good times.

I'm Official

Yesterday was my blessing day.

I tried to look cute in my white clothes.

That was no problem.

I got a little nervous about my big moment...

Should I fall asleep? What if I cried?

Mom told me I'd do just fine,

so I put my game face on.

Everyone from my mom's family got to come. Here's a picture of us. The sun was REALLY bright. Aren't I glowing?

Here's me and Dad. (I still have my game face on.)

Dad said special things in my blessing and he and Mom got a little teary thinking of me. I'm their last baby, you know. I decided to be awake and quiet during the big moment. I just looked around and showed Dad my blue eyes.

When we got home, I was SO tired. I took a nice nap while everyone else ate lunch. It was a great day.

Lucky Me

Maddie saw me with these two sad boys in my arms yesterday and exclaimed 'Whoa, Mom, you have your hands full!' I told her to grab the camera so I can remember these sweet, tricky moments when my babies aren't babies anymore. She reminded me of something I heard President Packer say a few weeks ago, "Hands full now, hearts full later." I do have my hands full at the moment, but I must admit my heart is pretty full too. The last two months have been a blur, but a fairly smooth blur, if there is such a thing. Life is busy and fuzzy and at some point most days I look around at everyone and everything that needs my attention and wonder what in the world I'm doing and how in the world I am supposed to do it. Usually those are the moments I feel like taping everyone's mouths shut and heading for the hills. Still, there are other moments when everything is under temporary control--when everyone is fed and clothed all at once and doing their homework or practicing the piano or playing without teasing anybody else...and I just feel lucky. To the 5th degree.

Here's 2-month old Logan and the rest of the gang lately:

My Name is Mischief

This picture is becoming a good description of Fisher. That is permanent marker. He found it in Brayden's room yesterday and decided that drawing on his face was what he should do with it. I had to laugh. And then wonder if we were in for days of permanent marker face. Surprisingly, I was able to scrub it mostly off with Baby Magic soap. Who knew? Also yesterday, he climbed and, consequently, fell out of his crib. Later he knocked himself over backward in the rocking chair. Despite my relentless attempts at teaching otherwise, he continues to break into the child proof cupboard full of hazardous cleaning supples and use the garbage can as a treasure box of sorts. Upon rescuing items like bottles and shoes, I am left to wonder how many things of little to major importance we have lost this way. I also wonder if we'll make it through the season without him pulling the Christmas tree over on top of him. The best thing I've seen written on a package lately? Shatterproof ornaments.