Christmas 2015

It's nuts to me that another Christmas has come and gone.  The years keep going faster and faster.  The last few months have gone much faster than I thought they would.  Living in this little two bedroom apartment has been rough but I've gotten used to it so that's a plus.  However, the water heater went out on Christmas Eve.  That was fun.  Took them 5 days to come fix it.  I showered once in ice cold water and thought I was going to die.  It was one of those colds where you physically cannot breathe.  I kept gasping and gasping.  I'm pretty sure that was the fastest shower I have ever taken in my life.  Nate gave it a go too and he squealed like a little school girl the entire time.  Good times around here.  Just an FYI, we did all shower more than once in those 5 days.  Luckily we were in Heber for part of it. Then we invaded my sisters house.  I'm sure they loved that.

We still don't have a date on when our house will be done.  Looks like it will be going into February.  Bummer.  

I got a bit sidetracked there.  This was supposed to be a Christmas post.  So Christmas was good.  We didn't go too overboard which I'm grateful for.  I really really dislike how worldly Christmas has become.  I hate feeling like everything has to be a competition.  The boys seemed to be happy with what they got so that was a plus.  There was a bit of a tantrum thrown by grif because he thought his new bike was too big.  Sorry buddy but your old bike was just way too small.  Then he decided to throw anther fit when I asked him why he wasn't wearing his slippers.  That was one thing he really wanted.  Well Santa made the mistake of getting Spiderman slippers and he hates Spiderman slippers.  We had a little talk after that about being grateful for what you have. I also had to be the bad guy and tell him the real deal about Santa so he could grasp the concept of how expensive Christmas can be for moms and dads.  He's 10, it's fine.  Now he thinks it's awesome he's part of the "Santa secret club".   I then told him he could give me back all of his presents for being so ungrateful.  That's when he realized how much he loves his new slippers.  

This kiddo almost got to sing all I want for Christmas is my 2 front teeth.  But one tooth was stubborn and didn't want to come out in time.

 We played a little Christmas Eve Bingo.  Who doesn't love Bingo?

Getting ready to go see the goods Christmas morning.  Dad is such a party pooper and makes them wait forever.  I was pretty mean too and threatened to take away all their toys if they woke me up before 7.  I'm working on that nurturing thing.

and Christmas wouldn't be complete without a picture of all the grandsons in their pj's from Grandma and Grandpa Squeaker.

The dreaded day came

Dilon has been wrestling for a couple years now (shocker! another post about wrestling.  Tis the season.)  and the dreaded day finally came.  He had to wrestle a giiiirrrrrrrrllllll.

Nate has said from the get-go if he ends up going against a girl to wrestle her like he would a boy.  She's the one choosing to wrestle boys.  I have to say I agree. 

I have waited for a moment like this. I'm sorry to say I missed it.  So did Nate.  Such a bummer.  Dilon had to hitch a ride with a friend because it was a couple hours away in Idaho, I had to take Dax to Ogden and Nate had to play Santa.  I hate the fact that there can't be two of me so I can be in two places at once.  I'm betting Nate is pretty thankful for just one of me.  

I don't like it when I have to miss some of their stuff.  

Anyway, Dilon had to go up against this girl for first place and got the job done. It was nice to have a good week because he's been struggling this year.  But he's getting better and stronger and that's all you can ask for. 

The winning streak also continues with mr. dax.  He wrestled his end of season city tournament today and won 1st. 

 I wish this next picture was more clear because it cracks me up.  Dax is full on wrestling right there but not really being challenged so when that happens he just looks out into the crowd and watches the people.  Usually he has a cheeser smile.  I think he was mostly just bored here.

 I would like to consider myself a winner right now too.  Look at this freezer full of meat.  We bought half a cow and I don't know who's more excited, me or Nate.  Merry Christmas to us. And Happy Birthday, Happy Anniversary, Happy Valentines Day--here's some beef.

House update

I was sure I would be posting a bunch about the building process of our house.  Turns out building isn't quite as enjoyable as I had imagined so I haven't been very good at documenting it.  Like I've said before, the builders have been incredibly busy so it seems like ours keeps getting neglected.  The last couple weeks though they have been working away.  We now have it framed (most of it), electrical done, plumbing done, heating done, roof (mostly) on.  I went there yesterday to get some pictures but there were people everywhere so I felt awkward.  I didn't think they really wanted to stop working to say cheese for me so this is all I have.  Nate playing inspector gadget.

I'm in the whiny stage of building because things don't seem how they are supposed to be so I keep complaining to Nate until he checks with the builders that all is well.  Everyone seems to be able to picture it finished but me, so I freak out a little at times that they're not doing it right.  I must have been a builder in another life.  Also, I think I may have some issues but that's another post for another day. 

Here is a pic nate got a couple weeks ago.  If you imagine most of the roof on and windows in that's what it looks like now.

Slowly it's coming along.  I'm not sure I want it to go any faster though.  I'm loving our little two bedroom apartment so much I think we may just throw a for sale sign in front of our house and stay here forever. 

He's on a winning streak

Dax must have rubbed elbows with someone who is lucky because the boy is on a winning streak right now.  The tree we decorated for his class was one that got picked for the district art show.  There wasn't supposed to be any coloring,  just the use of random stuff.  I had a flashback of a little art project from when I was in grade school that involved tissue paper, glue, and the end of a pencil and that's what he wanted to do.  Funny I can remember that but can't remember where I leave my keys at least 3 times a day. 

It turned out rather cute I think:

Then the town was doing their annual coloring contest.  A bunch of businesses around town have pictures the kids can color and if their picture is picked they get a prize.  All the other years they have done it they have only been able to win from one store.  This year they didn't have a limit.  So Dax, Baylor, and Grif colored their little hearts out.  I got a phone call saying that Dax and Baylor had won at the same place.  Then I got another phone call.  Dax had won again.  Then another, and another, and another.  The kid won 5  places. Quite impressive because there were quite a few pictures turned in at each place.  Poor Grif was the lone ranger who didn't get picked.  But that's okay. He doesn't seem to get too hung up over stuff like that.  He's his own kid living in his own world.  For example: 

 These are pictures of him at a wrestling meet.  He doesn't care that half the gym is full of loud crazy people.  He finds his own place to be and does his thing.  Whatever makes the kid happy. 

Anyway back to the coloring contest. 

Here are the winnings:

 Sunglasses and candy from the eye center

 A gingerbread house kit from sierra homes

 the finished gingerbread house (pretty good for our first one ever)

 several toys and treats from tremonton parks and rec.

 chocolate and money from members first credit union (that's my kind of prize right there)

and a nerf gun from davis glass which was already banned because those little suckers sting when they hit.

Here's to hoping his lucky streak continues.  I'm just going to make sure I'm standing close to him at all times so I can have a little luck thrown my way too. 

more fun from the wright house

The happenings around here for the evening:

**loud crying from 4 year old

 

me: what's going on boys?

 

baylor (between sobs):  dilon hit me

 

me (in volumes louder than I would like to admit):  dilon why the heck(or a word close to that) are you hitting a 4 year old?

 

dilon:  because he sat on me for like 5 minutes and kept farting.

 

baylor (giggling):  sowwy mom.

Does this stuff happen to anyone else or is it just me?