Civilized?

Things are starting to change around the house... Noah and Weston now entertain each other. A referee is still often required, but every day they seem to be growing closer together as friends and behave like real civilized people.

Afternoon Hike

Sometimes I feel guilty that we can enjoy beautiful days like this when the rest of the country is stuck in massive blizzards. Oh well. At least we're thinking of them, right?

First Corn on the Cob

"Here let me help you Weston".

Fun in the rain

Took the boys out for some fun at the park after a rainstorm. Noah got to test out his new "bike with pedals" in the puddles.

Sledding, California Style

Went to the park today. Beautiful day. Very warm. Some kids let the boys join in the sledding fun - california style....Ice blocking. Noah jumped in with no fear, head first and rocketed to the bottom of the hill with all smiles. Weston was anxious to follow.

Letter to Santa

So I go to pick Noah up from pre-school, and a distraught Noah is waiting. Apparently, Santa had come to school and asked each child what they wanted. Noah responded "Light Ball". But since his L's sound Y's, everyone thought he was saying "Light Bulb", including Santa. His dream of getting a green, squishy, ball that lights up inside from Santa (something he has been asking for over the last month) disappeared before his eyes, and he was convinced that he would end up getting a 63-cent light bulb.

Empathizing with his dramatic conundrum, I quickly explained that we could remedy this situation by writing Santa a letter to clarify. We rushed home, got paper and marker, and I wrote verbatim as Noah spoke the exact words he wanted to say.

We immediately put the letter in the mailbox. He wasn't OK until he was convinced the letter was off to Santa. So we had to keep checking the mailbox to make sure the mailman got it. Eventually the crisis was averted. These are his words. No edits. No coaching.

Dear Santa,

I like Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer. I live in California on "H" street. I like my fishing pole. I want a light ball. It's green. Also I want a yo-yo. I want a squishy thing that lights up. I want a cookie that's really big with M&M's on it. That's all. I will listen for you on Christmas Eve and I will be happy.

Love,

Noah

Gingerbread House

The festivities continue. Amy found some supplies and we built a ginger bread house tonight. Noah was very excited. As soon as I got home from work, and before I could even get out of the car, Noah had run out of the house holding the supplies anxious to tell me exactly what we were going to do. I'm not sure if he was excited to build it, or excited to eat it. But he had fun doing both. Amy built the foundation and helped Noah attach most of the structural members, then we all pitched in for the detail work on the exterior. Noah placed the snowman.