Harry gets a haircut

It was a rough experience for Kim, but the little guy needed a hair cut, and since it was 5:30 on a Sunday night, there was no one else to do it. So, Kim made the cuts.

The first post of Christmas

Twas the day after Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, except for Dad.
Merry Christmas to all who read this blog. I realize we've gotten pretty bad about updating, but hopefully this will appease our fans.
December has been one crazy month for our household. It's been non-stop activities. Kim began December with a T.E.C weekend. She served as an Assistant-Lay Director in Beatrice. I've started planning for my own T.E.C which is just around the corner, and will be located in Wahoo. For this Teens Encounter Christ, I'll be an Assistant-Lay Director as well. God willing, Kim and I will begin directing our own TEC's soon. A few birthdays here and there, some various excusrsions into the cold. Noah went with Teetee (not sure how that should be spelled) and her friend Molly (Wall-E according to Noah) to see the Star City Parade: "Big Tractor Dadda, and Santa, and Elmo!". Harrison is teasing us with a few extra teeth, and walking, but neither one is there yet. But what would be December, without our annual trip ti Uncle Chris, and Teetee Rebecca's to see Santa Clause. Noah was so excited, until the moment actually came.... For the first time in his life, Noah was actually pretty reluctant to sit on Santa's lap. But he still had to get his order for Christmas in. So, from a safe distance across the room he shouted it in "Santa, Big Tractor book!!" "Tell Santa what Harrison wants" I would say, " Toys!" "What kind of Toys Noah?" "Blue toys". And then the boy was gone.

Harrison didn't fair much better, infact, I've never seen Harrison so afraid of anyone.





This grumpy gus over to the side, went out of his way to let Santa know they weren't going to get along. I suppose Harry thought he had been a bad boy all year and didn't want to make nice with the man who was going to bring him coal.
Despite the mood of my children, I was bound and determined to get a good picture with Santa. Mostly because Kim couldn't make this annual tradition and I knew she was a little sad about that. So, in order to make my wife's Christmas wish come true, I thought I'd sit in on the picture too. This was taken a moment before Harrison quite literally screamed bloody murder in Mr. Kringle's face. (we tried)

After the jolly man vacated the premises, the boys went back to normal. Harrison, promptly crawled to a stranger and asked to be held, and Noah invited himself onto cousin Christian's bunk-bed, so that he could be a big boy for a while. I've always admired how patient Christian is with Noah, in-fact, I'm very proud of how loving he is around my kids, and in my opinion, the picture of the two of them on the bunk-bed is quite the heart warmer....




Okay, enough sentiment, let's skip ahead to the sword fight that occured right after this loving moment... Despite my praise of Christian, I quickly changed my opinion, and thought him to be pretty sneaky, after all, he did bring a gun to a knife fight, which left Noah at a slight disadvantage, good thing he isn't afraid to kick.



Even with a few setbacks, we did have some fun, and even though Noah and Harrison didn't enjoy Santa Clause as much as I hoped, the oldest did go on to spent the next 3 weeks asking if Santa was going to come that night. I'm still not sure if he wanted to see Santa, or the Big Tractor book and Blue toys that he was promised.

Raking leaves, the most fun you'll have doing chores

No actual work got done, but we sure had fun pretending to work.



As you can tell, chasing each other around was a fairly boring task, but we made the most of it. Noah did not like the experience at all. Even Harrison wanted nothing to do with the activity.

Halloween Night

Noah was Bob the Builder. Harrison was Elmo. Once Noah saw Harrison's costume he wanted to switch, but we convinced him that Bob was a better choice. We didn't go to too many houses, just enough for Noah to have some fun. Of course, on our way home from the last house, Noah's custome had been reduced to him merely carrying a hammer, while I carried him, his tool belt, hard hat and bag of candy. But it was a good time, and we all enjoyed ourselves.

Halloween Day...

A cry for pictures

So I have been told that maybe we have been a little lax on updating the pictures. Maybe Greg has been posting too many nerd stories...although I don't know if it can be helped. To outway this, I decided to have a just a blog of pictures. Here are some from Valla's Pumpkin Patch. As soon as Greg downloads the new pictures off the camera, we will be posting pictures from Halloween.

For the nerds

So a few weeks ago, my brother tells me about a great motivational poster he saw; it's a Storm Trooper sitting with his hands propped on a table, resting his head in his hands. The caption reads: Hindsight, those were the droids I was looking for.
Hilarious.
In fact, it is so funny that I went online and looked up a variety of nerdy motivational posters ranging from content from Star Wars, Star Trek, Office, The Office, etc. Most have been set up to display as a slide show as a Screen Saver, and the Storm Trooper has made it as my work desktop. As I googled these images, I thought to myself "Self, nerds came up with these posters, and I"m a nerd, so why don't I try my hand at this." Please, constructive criticism only, these are only early attempts and I'd hate someone's over zealous critique to dampen any future trials. Who knows, perhaps a career in motivating people.

I realize it's hard to read, so here you go
Precision: Not a Quality to have when trying to blame someone else for your work

I was unsure of this one, but it's turned out to be pretty good

Luck:For those of us who didn't practice bulls-eyeing whomp rats back home

And Finally, last but not least, my attempt to dive into the New Saga...

Heartbreak: who knew it could kill you?