It’s Beginning….

 

Thanksgiving was lots of fun, but it’s history man!

 

Where did it go?  I don’t know, but something else is coming…. (Who am I talking to by the way here?—I have no idea.)   

 

Trimming the tree—literally.  Dad, Angie and Logan braved the arctic weather of the White Mountains to chop this baby down by the way!

Trimming the tree—figuratively I guess

Hanging the stockings by the bookshelf with care—because we live in AZ and don’t have a fireplace—still have to add names and buttons to them though.

Making those houses that will sit on top of the computer desk until Christmas Eve or so as they are slowly and stealthily destroyed by hungry passersby.

It seems to actually look like that goose is getting fat after all—wouldn’t that be cool if that was really how you could tell it was Christmastime—“Mom!  The goose is getting fat!  Get out the ivy and bows!”  This really is a nice time of year though and how lovely that the weather lately is reminding  us it IS winter—even the Valley of the Sun. 

 

Postscript:

We think that the magic number for Conner is four—months that is.  He seems to (please knock on some wood with me) be getting over these hurdles he has had in his first few months of life.  After we finally got him over his gassiness with a new formula he got broncialitis—well, during the tail end of his breathing treatments he started to have acid reflux.  So now we have him on medication for that and the kiddo has really blossomed.  He seems so much more comfortable and relaxed and happy—it could also be that he is getting older, but whatever it is is super!  And he is also starting to laugh—oh the joys of the gurgling belly laugh!  So, we will hope and pray that no more little ailments come his way—he truly is a sweet tempered and loving boy and it is so fun to see his personality just shining through.