Guess Who....

Per my dad's request, Parker is not the child on the right...

Ho Ho Ho

Tonight on the way to Santa photos, Blake was beside himself that Santa had not only shown up at his birthday party earlier that day, but he was sitting in the lobby of La Hacienda in Mill Creek, AND we were on our way to sit on his lap in Bellevue. He thought that we should try and race Santa down 405, and was determined that we would win. I told him that he can fly, and doesn't have to wait in traffic, or at stop lights.

Good point Mommy. However, on our way to the freeway, Blake saw Rudolph's red nose in the sky (some might say it was the blinking red light from a cell tower, but that is neither here nor there...) and knew that we could beat him.

As Blake was trying to explain the whole situation to his little brother, he finally gives up and says, "Parker. Do you speak English?"

Sing it with me...

"One of these kids is not like the other..."

If you really want to see how different your children are, try hitting each of them in the face with a snowball.

Merry Christmas Mommy

Tonight Blake ruined my Christmas gift surprise.

"Mommy, you are getting Myrrh. In a box."

The Greatest Gift of All

"Mommy, do you know what God's greatest gift is?"

"I do Blake, do you?"

"Yes, I do. It's snow."

Not really the answer I expected, but he goes on...

"It is the most greatest gift from God, Jesus and Lord. By the way, who is Lord?"

"Well, Lord is another name for God. Kind of like Blakey Bear is another name for Blake." I replied.

"Oh, I see. Like Peeky is another name for Parker, and Wendy is another name for Mommy."

And for breakfast...

Tuesdays my kids spend the day with my mom. I try to be in Bellevue by 9:30 at the latest, and things can get a little hairy that morning each week.

The other day on the way to preschool, Blake and I were talking about all of the kinds of things we eat for breakfast. Yogurt, fruit bars, grapes, pancakes, cereal, cereal with milk, on and on.

"Blake, what do you eat at Grandma and Grandpa's house?"
"Oatmeal."

"What about at Nana and Bopa's?"
"Oatmeal."

"What do we eat at our house?"
"Oatmeal. Well, wait. Hold on. Sometimes when you waste time in the morning, we have to eat it at Nana's."

Huh.