H o M e F o R t H e H o L i D a Y s
and going non-stop...

Guitar Hero

Hank

Pingtop. 

Grandma Sheila's Christmas Party

We had 18's company party at the Grand America. 

Eating mommy's birthday cheesecake!

"Oh. My. Gosh. I. Can't. Be. Lieve. It."

Is what CJ said when he woke up to find the train table he wanted for Christmas sitting in the living room. Then, with a whisper he said, "Santas reindeer did it. They used their big feet to throw my train table in our house. Whoooaaa."

Mommy needs groceries...

We played grocery store today. I sat on my bedroom floor and C.J. "shopped" for my groceries. I was told just to sit and keep sitting while he transferred every toy (a.k.a grocery item) from the loft into my bedroom. And if you look closely, he also "bought" some dog food kernels.

There's just a trace of snow in the "shadowy" side of our yard.

It's been four years and I still miss Grandma LaPreal terribly and every single day, especially at this time of the year. When emailing back and forth today with my sweet grandpa (her widower), he said the following which I thought was so sweet:

The pain of LaPreal's absence never leaves me either, but neither does the surity of living with her eternally ever leave either.

A reason I love you Jamie, is your being so much like her.

I look ahead to to your holiday visit very much .

I love you,

Grandpa

I thought his reminder of eternal life was so sweet, especially at this time of the year and that is the best compliment anyone could ever give me.   I'm far from the incredible person my grandma was, but I'll try every day to be more like her.  She was the most Christ-like person I know.

My Dearest Lucy,


I'm "penning" this letter to remind you of how much I do love you. And since you're perched on my bed, sighing heavily over my shoulder implying that it's time to go to bed (heaven forbid you go all by yourself), I know you're reading this. So I'll proceed to tell you how sweet I think it is that you've started to carry one of my new slippers around with you. I love putting them on only to find one of them all wet and slobbery from the licks you give it while laying in your patch of sunshine over by the kitchen table.


I'm also going to tell you how sweet you are to wait outside C.J.'s door for him while he naps, yet how foolish I really think it is as you haven't figured out yet that it's a good 1-1/2 to 2 hours you could be spending enjoying all by yourself. As in away from the boy who colors on you with markers and puts fake berries from our Christmas tree in your water bowl. As in, away from the boy who drives you nuts for the other 10 hours he's awake and laying on you, hoping one day you'll finally "wrestle Lucy!" with him. That's why when you whine and get all snarly with him.