Friday, November 30, 2007

That boy...

We put up our tree last night, and Owen was SO excited. This morning he ran into our room and woke me up by telling me about how he saw the Christmas tree again and had to show me how he could turn the lights on and off. Then today he spent most of the morning playing with ornaments. I put so many ornaments back on the tree this morning and was getting a little irritated, but I didn't mind very much. Then as Owen played, he climbed behind the tree and somehow the tree fell over. I tried to be loving and have patience as I strapped him in his high chair so that I could put the tree back up and clean up the pieces of broken ornaments and tree star. I was mad, but when the tree fell, it really scared him and I thought he had learned his lesson. I vacuumed the area and straightened all the bent branches, and then let Owen back down out of the highchair. After a while I started working on a sewing project, and it wasn't very long before I heard the tree fall down again. I stormed into the living room, yelling "NO NO NO!!!" but Owen was nowhere to be seen. I called for him but couldn't see him anywhere, so I picked up the tree, and there he was, laying under the tree, holding the forbidden Charlie Brown ornament we had put "out of reach" because he had broken off Charlie's head last night. Owen was fine, except his face was a bit scratched up and he seemed a bit traumatized. But I was so mad!
He refused to look at me as I took a picture of him holding the forbidden Charlie Brown head next to the fallen giant.

Ho Ho Ho!

Tim was asked to dress up as Santa for our ward Christmas party. They found someone else to do the job after he tried on the suit and found it to be a bit "formfitting". Besides being pretty old and a little smelly, the suit was made of very thin fabric, not at all what we expected for Santa. It must be Santa's summer suit. Maybe in 20 years Tim would make a good Santa, but for now we can only dream! Darn!
Owen insisted on trying the wig on, but once he had, he would NOT put it back on.
Aren't those boot covers nice with the white socks?

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Giving Thanks

We had so much fun with Susanna and her family and my parents when they all came to visit for the holiday. We gave thanks for food, football, shopping at 4am, golf, and family togetherness. Even though everyone has gone home now, they left a piece of themselves with us in the form of head colds! Here are some pictures that pretty much sum it all up:

Somehow, we all made it around the table we sat up in the living room. It was tight quarters!

Owen, Tate, and Blake played together during the day and woke each other up at night.
Mom and Dad experiencing the effects of Tryptophan and Black Friday shopping. Can you tell which did which?

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Owen's Birthday

Owen turned two on Friday. We had fun celebrating at Chuck E. Cheese on Friday and with Grandma and Grandpa Koford and Aunt Amber on Saturday.
Memorable gifts included a tool set and a potty, which Owen used simultaneously.

Friday, November 9, 2007


I love Fridays. I want to go out on a date! I really need to find a babysitter here in Visalia. But I have no one to sit with my boy for a few hours. That reminds me of an old Shel Silverstein poem that was my favorite when I was in third or fourth grade or so.

Mrs. McTwitter the baby sitter, I think she's a little bit crazy.
She thinks a baby sitter is supposed to sit upon the baby.

I think that's how it goes. How in the world do I still remember that poem, and why, of all the Silverstein poems, was that one my favorite? Today I'm so jealous of people who have grandparents in the same town to babysit for free whenever they want!

Wednesday, November 7, 2007


We got our car back last night, after more than a whole month waiting for a new transmission. Yay!!!! Owen and I got to go to story time at the library (for him) and Costco (for me). Mobility feels so good after being stranded for so long. Hooray!

Thursday, November 1, 2007

Too Much Candy!

I think I've created a monster.