Merry Merry Christmas

 Another Christmas come and gone.  It seems so crazy.  My kiddos had a great time, I had a great time.  We are so blessed.

Here are a few (and by few I mean a lot of) pics of our fun

 Grandma Taco's fish pond

 Sorry mike and amanda for destroying your beautiful new house by letting the kids decorate their own sugar cookies

 Christmas morning

 The big debate each year is whether or not Santa should wrap the presents.  I say no, nate says yes.  Nate won this year.

 The 13 grandsons in the pj's from grandpa and grandma squeaker....seriously, someone needs to get some pink in there.   I call not it.

A one-man band

So in my last post I wrote about how I thought that on Nate's last day of class there should be a big to-do.  Confetti, a marching band, noise makers etc.  But he got nothing more than me doing the happy dance.  Well turns out he must have had the same thought.  Let me rewind a bit to explain why.  We spent the whole day Saturday doing whatever we wanted.  No plans, NO HOMEWORK, nothing important scheduled.  We just rearranged rooms for the kiddos.  Nate was whining about needing a Dr. Pepper, so me being the great wife that I am went to get him one.  When I got home and walked in the door I heard some sort of music/screeching coming from the bedroom.  This is what I found:

Nate had found his clarinet and, for everyone's amusement, was rockin to Happy Birthday.  Turns out he got his marching band after all--sort of.  A one-man band that consisted of himself.  I still wished I would have had confetti.

I think I am most happy about him being home so he can help me with this little monster.

Why do I not remember my other boys doing stuff like this?  Baylor colored on my walls this week too but I wasn't so happy after that so there is no pic to document it.   When you are cooped up all day everyday I guess you make your own fun, which is extra fun when mom has to clean it all up.

Spring, how we long for you.

Where's the confetti

It's finally here!  After four and a half years Nate is finally finishing up school.  Two more finals then freedom.  He had his last class on Thursday night.  I have envisioned, many times, him walking in the house after his last class and having streamers and confetti flying.  A marching band playing "for he's a jolly good fellow".  Balloons and noise makers.  Lots of cheering.  Instead he walked in to me doing a happy dance.  All by myself.   I was imagining the streamers flying all around.  That has to count for something.  I wanted to throw some sort of a party for him but did that actually happen?  No.  I suck. 

Now what am I going to do with him being home at night?   I'm going to have to share the TV.  Hmmm, maybe he should go for his Masters after all.