Christmas Outfits & Wishes

I love Christmas outfits! I just wish I could get a picture of all 4 kids happy at the same time!

Caden- 8 1/2 years, wants a bike, Lego Police set, arts & craft stuff & a remote control truck.

Jillian- 5 3/4 years, wants an American Girl doll, doll clothes, art supplies & Barbies.

Madelyn- 3 1/2 years, wants an American Girl doll, doll clothes, Play-doh & dress up clothes.

Eden- 13 months old, wants to pull every ornament off the tree, wants lots of candy, puzzles and babies.

Eden the dancing knight

Cutest thing ever! Eden found this hat from Caden's Halloween costume and put it on herself. She freaked out as soon as it was on and turned into this crazy dancing, singing girl! It was the funniest thing ever! She'd dance in circles moving all over the house. Then the hat would fall off and she'd say, "Hat! Hat!" and put it back on then do it all over again!

Awkward Pregnancy Pictures

I stole this from another blog because it made me laugh so hard! Enjoy from awkwardfamilyphotos.com. The blog I stole it from is http://pregnantchicken.squarespace.com/pregnant-chicken-blog/2010/12/10/awkward-pregnancy-photos.html


Wee, you're in great shape and I've gained 60lbs! Let's take a picture of it. You're a douche.


"Karen, seeing as you're pregnant, let's put you at the top of the family photo where the air is thinner. Karen? Karen?!?!"


I can appreciate what they were trying to do here but if your Christmas photo looks like it should have a porn soundtrack playing in the background, then you may want to reconsider the card.


I can't decide whether I like the garbage bag dress, the swamp or his black socks in the water better.


"That's it, Steve. A little further back, a little further. Now crouch down. Perfect!" I think the ex-boyfriend may have been the photographer in this one.


This reminds me of a picnic. A good idea in theory but an uncomfortable mess in practice.


Words can't describe this photo. Oh wait a minute, they can!


Okay, part of me doesn't have a problem with this photo but the toe shoes are the real kicker. Ha kicker!


"It's going to be a good year, Laura. A very Goodyear indeed."


A fertile man that provides for his family. What more could you want?


At first I thought "Nothing symbolizes maternity better than a watermelon and a gun" and then I thought "Actually, nothing *does* symbolize maternity better than a watermelon and a gun". Bravo Mad'am.


Like the previous Christmas card, if it looks skeezy when nobody is pregnant, then a baby bump ain't saving it so don't do it. A helpful holiday tip we can all tuck in our pockets.


"If I'm holding the baby then why do I still feel fat?"


Um, yeah. No. I'm just going to go with a solid no on this one.


Why do I feel like this woman was talked into this? I could see her thinking, "I'm just too tired to argue plus the kids won't be able to take off because hockey equipment will slow them down and I'll hold their heads. I'm sure it will look fine."

A different kind of drug problem...

Read this and thought it was a great story with some good insights on parenting:

The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farm house in the adjoining county and he asked me a rhetorical question, ”Why didn’t we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?” I replied: ”But I did have a drug problem when I was a kid growing up on the farm.”

I had a drug problem when I was young: I was drug to church on Sunday morning. I was drug to church for weddings and funerals. I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the weather.

I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults. I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the preacher. Or if I didn’t put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me. I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a profane four letter word. I was drug out to pull weeds in mom’s garden and flower beds and cocklebursout of dad’s fields.

I was drug to the homes of family, friends, and neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow the yard, repair the clothesline or chop some fire wood. And if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back to the wood shed.

Those drugs are still in my veins; and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say, and think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin, and if today’s children had this kind of drug problem, America might be a better place today.

No, no, no, no, NO!!!

I fixed Maddie lunch and looked over a minute later and found Eden like this. She can now climb on chairs and on to the table. My life is over! This girl is TROUBLE!