A quick note on the holidays and Emmett’s birthday party. We got TONS of gifts. So many that we started to believe that every day we woke up was another present-receiving opportunity. We got Legos, crafts, pajamas, books, science experiments, dolls, art projects and supplies, engineering projects, wrist watches and clothes. (And rumor is that some gifts got delayed in the mail, so we still have some coming. Score!) We loved to be back in Colorado, seeing family and friends, and generally showing off. We got to see (and play in) snow. We hit up the museums and parks and hiking trails we loved and now miss. And then we came home for more presents. Wonderful month.
“Choose Butt-mode, Riley.”
–Tessa, while advising Riley on how to play the Rescue Bots Transformer game on their Leappad. She meant Bot-mode. But unfortunately, all the kids mis-heard and misunderstood the term.
“No.”
–Asher, while doing almost everything. Its his favorite new word. He’s embraced it in a way the other kids never did. Perhaps he’s setting boundaries with rowdy and slightly out-of-control older siblings.
“I don’t like you anymore. I’m going to rent a car and go to Colorado.”
–Riley, while angry that Dad wouldn’t let him put a toy into the cart while shopping
“I’m going to steal your keys while you are asleep and take your car to Colorado. And you can’t stop me.”
–Tessa, equally angry, circumventing the obvious obstacle of getting to the rental car place
“Mama, they are brown like me! And like Asher!”
–Emmett, who’s just now recognizing that there are a lot of people out there who share his luminous skin color
“Look Mama, we match.”
–Emmett, hugging Asher to him in the tub
“We got Doritos, a football cookie, chocolate milk, potato chips. And we got to play games on the Leappad and Nook the entire time.”
–Riley, enumerating the myriad bribes employed by Mom and Dad to keep him quiet while flying
“Presents! Presents!”
–Emmett and Riley, every time the doorbell rings, believing the UPS or FedEx man has brought something for them
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