Creeptastic Santa

So I have been trying to take Parker to see Santa for over a week now, and the 'Jolly' Fellow is never there even though the posted times say he will be. However, today was Parker's lucky day! I timed it just right, and the Fat Man was there!

Wow. Oh. Wow.

What a total Creeper! First of all he didn't even bother covering his nasty yellow molestache with the synthetic snow white beard. And you know he probably isn't the real deal if he has his cell phone and SoDuKo game sitting in the chair next to him.

Anyhow, Parker was totally freaked out. I sat him in his lap and he started crying uncontrollably. It was so sad. I MAYBE would have considered getting a 'crying on Santa's lap' picture, but it was the saddest thing I have ever seen, the picture lady was talking to someone else, and (like I said before) Santa was a total nast-o! Everyone I've talked to says he gives them the 'willies.'

Needless to say... If you haven't already taken your child to see St. Nick, PLEASE don't subject them to Creepster McGoo!

26? Really?

Okay, so I don't actually feel any older. Yesterday I turned the big 26! (Thankfully there are no pics to show! Haha!) It's official... I am in the last year of my mid-2os! Thanks to everyone who made it a great day. My favorite thing would have to be Parker playing on my new Wii Fit. I was skiing on it and Parker went and got the box to stand on. He put it right next to me and started leaning left and right to mimic me. It was so cute. :)

October & November... posted in December. Haha!

You didn't really think I would post Halloween pics BEFORE December, did you? Well, it was actually my goal to get them done before Thanksgiving... Haha! Not even. Halloween was okay this year. We had the CUTEST little monkey ever. Unfortunately, 'Lil Man wasn't feeling the best that day, but since I'm a mean mom I dressed him up anyway.

Parker had kind of a rough few days leading up to Halloween. The Saturday before he had to get four stitches in his pinky finger. :( While I was at work he tried to climb into Grandma & Papa's shower and cut his hand on a piece of metal. (They are in the middle of remodeling it.) Matt's mom felt horrible that he got hurt at her house, but I'm pretty sure if it would have happened at mine I would have been freaking out! She is a nurse, so she knew just what to do. She immediately applied pressure, wrapped it, and took him up to her office where the PA that was working stitched him up. They took such good care of him. Parker was so funny the whole week with his stitches. We kept his hand wrapped so they wouldn't get dirty and he LOVED to wave his hand at people to show them his owwie! On Wednesday he tried to grab Daddy's needle nose pliers off of the banister and they fell down and scratched his cheek. We are very glad they didn't poke his eye. On Halloween Grandma took his stitches out, and that in itself was quite an ordeal. He had a little bit of infection in it, and I think that was causing his fever and grumpiness that day. Oh well. He was still so cute! :D

My little monkey. :)
I think the nose was in his way. He pretty much walked around all night lifting it up like this.
Matty and I didn't dress up... I was pretty festive in my skull scarf though, right?

Our pooches weren't lucky enough to dress up this year either, but all the other family dogs are spoiled little brats and had cute costumes. Haha! This is Lucky and Baxter.

For the past few years I have been a hunting widow for the first week of November. This year was no different, so Leslie and I went to visit Mom and Dad in Wyoming. Of course we had to dress up the boys and take them to see GG and G-Papa while we were there!

Stealing GG's candy...

GG, Tucker, G-Papa & Parker.

I cannot even tell you how many hours I spent playing with this farm set growing up. It made me smile to watch him play with it.

While we were there we ate at a gas station called 'RIPS.' I am pretty sure that only in Wyoming can you purchase fuel, groceries, eat lunch, and by a full range of hunting supplies as well as saddles... All at a gas station...
My dad took us to the rifle range in the basement of the rec. center. I didn't even know they had one. I'll level with you... I could use some practice! Now... notice how slutty I am dressed in my extremely low cut skank-o shirt... While I was shooting the .22 a bullet casing somehow fell down my shirt and left a bullet shaped blister on my chest. I did not know that the casings were hot! I think my brother made fun of me by commenting something along the lines of, "Wait... Something violently explodes by fire and it's hot?!? My world is shaken!!!" Shut up, Jerk! My dad pointed out that if I wasn't dressed like such a floosie it wouldn't have happened. Thanks!

My mom had to spoil the boys and buy them cute matching outfits. We took an afternoon that they were in good moods and snapped a few (or couple hundred - give or take) pictures. I am so excited. We have two of the cutest boys ever!

He was pretty proud of himself for standing on this ledge.

Eureka! Both boys looked at the same camera at the same time! This was probably attempt number 87 or so... You wouldn't think it would be hard to get pictures of them together, but it really is. Tucker behaved a little better than Parker. He stayed where we put him... Parker ran around so happy to be exploring new things. It was so fun to have them together for a few days. I can't even imagine what it will be like when these two cuties are 2 & 3...

Since I missed making a Thanksgiving post, I just want to take a minute to say how truly BLESSED we are. We have so much, and give thanks so little. We have financially had a harder year this year, but when I look around and see how much we have and see all of our blessings, it is hard to complain. Although the economy has definitely changed, Matt has kept his job (pay cut and all!) and I have remained fairly busy at work. We have a beautiful family. Our sweet little boy reminds us everyday about the little things that we might otherwise miss without him. His laughter fills our home and reminds us what is important in life. We have a knowledge of life eternal and the blessings that await us after this life. We know our Savior and Redeemer. We know that he loves us and that he died for us. I know that he died for me personally, so that I could have the opportunity to come to this life and return to my Heavenly Father and to be with my family forever. Seriously, with a knowledge like that, how could you NOT be THANKFUL?