My Children and The WOODY Doll

It is funny to me how different children of mine
can exert the same behavior.

This is our second son

who, at the age of two,
carried around this Woody doll
with him every where he went.


Now our little Miss M, who is two,
saw Toy Story 3, found a Woody doll
and has been carrying him around with her.

Woody has been taken by Miss M to Preschool,
to many stores, he almost made it to church
and of course Woody has to be taken to bed with her,
every night.

This First Part of December

For this first part of December we have...

Played in the snow

Enjoyed eating the snow

Participated in a Nativity scene

As a Wiseman

Talked with Brother Clause aka "SANTA"

Visited Temple Square

Where we saw and heard the Nativity Story

And where he wanted his picture taken in front of the Temple

And where he insisted on wearing his Jedi Cape over his winter coat

And where little Miss M only wanted to do this, all evening long.

You Know Your Kids Are Growing Up When...

they start shaving.


This morning he work up looking like Pedro from "Napoleon"
as my hubby would say,
and by the time he left for school,
he was clean shaven.

Okay, it wasn't that bad,
but it had grown very noticeable to me over the last month,
and I guess it finally got to him.

He probably wouldn't want me to be sharing such personal stuff
on a blog, but it is through him that I experience
my many FIRSTS as a mother.

Welcome to a lifetime of shaving, son.

Hello Teenage Years

My oldest is now a Teenager.
What a fine young man he has become.

His SPECIAL day went something like this (poor kid)-

Wake up at 4:00am to throw up.
Continue throwing up every 20 or so minutes
until there is nothing left inside.

Go back to sleep at about 5:30am.
Breakfast with Dad-CANCELED because of the throwing up.
School-NO WAY, not in this condition.

Instead, sleep and relax most of the day.
Late Lunch with mom to get a Jamba Juice.
He keeps it down - YAY.
After school a friend comes over to see why he didn't go to school
and "hangs out" with the Birthday Boy for a while.

He helps his younger brother build a Lego.
Dinner - a couple slices of Pizza.
8:15pm - his yearly interview with the Bishop.

Back home for a small bowl of his favorite ice cream,
and Happy Birthday sung in Spanish-
per his request.

Unfortunately, not much of a birthday celebration,
welcoming him into the TEEN years.
Nonetheless,
Happy Birthday
I'm the lucky one because I got to spend the whole day with you.
Just like 13 years ago.