FYI

Actually, Rowan turned 4 yesterday. I started to post yesterday but got side tracked until now.

December 20th is his birthday. (Even if Daddy gets confused!)

"Four" Rowan

My baby boy turns four today. *sniffle*


Here's the interview:




What's your favorite color?  Green


What's your favorite toy?  Preston has two supermans.
Are those your favorite toys?  Yes.


What's your favorite movie?  Superman


What's your favorite food?  String cheese

What's your favorite dessert?  Ice cream


What's your favorite candy?  Chocolate chips


What's your favorite restaurant?  Tomato Street


What's your favorite animal?  Sheeps


What's your favorite car?  I like chevys.
Why?  Cuz I just love them.


What do you want to be when you grow up?
Ice cream man and a tomato man. (He means work at Tomato Street)


How do you feel now that you're four? Good.




Rowan, you bring laughter, joy, companionship, entertainment, and sweetness into our home.
Praise the Lord for sharing you with us!
We love you.
Happy Birthday, Baby Boy.

Ten on Tuesday

 1) Praise the Lord that my daughter is feeling better. She had some sort of a nasty cold for about a week and by the end of it we were both bawling all day. But the last couple of days have been heavenly in comparison.


2) We've moved the computer downstairs to the spare room in the dungeon, uh, basement. Hince the lack of blogging posts. Well, that and number 1 of this post.


3) I think I am done Christmas shopping! Man, I'm really early this year. Normally I'm not done 'til the 23rd or so. I guess Jay has one more gift to order for the boys but as far as I'm concerned, I have done my part.


4) I am not done Christmas baking. Haven't even started. But I walked on the treadmill early today so I can start tonight. If my hubby doesn't mind picking up a few things. He usually doesn't mind. He's pretty spectacular, you know.


5) My husband is pretty spectacular.


6) I plan on making a couple different kinds of cookies, fudge, maybe chocolate-covered cherries, cookie dough balls, and jelly.


7) Still have to do Christmas cards too. It is my goal to someday have Christmas cards sent out the first week in December. Someday.


8) My kids had a gingerbread house decorating birthday party on Sunday afternoon. It was fun! And it didn't take me too long to clean up the mess afterward. They will be getting another party after the new year for the grandparents and aunts and uncles without kids. Something simple.


9) Adam continues to do exceptionally well in school. I am amazed at how quickly and easily he grasps everything. Numbers are his strong area but he doesn't really have a weak area. Even his attitude has greatly improved.  I'm so proud of him!


10) Next Tuesday is the women's ministry meeting and we are having a Christmas tea. I am so excited. It sounds so relaxing and fun. Love all those ladies to pieces and I missed the last one so I'm really ready to get together.


11) I am really, really going to do it! I am reclaiming my mornings. I keep threatening but tomorrow is the day. I am going to start getting up at 5:30. I need morning time before my kids get up. I need devotion time. I need getting dressed time. I need seeing Jay time. I need exercise time. I need time to get my morning stuff done so I can start school at a reasonable hour.

 Mornings, I have missed you. I am coming back. Please be merciful.

10 on Tuesday ~ Stockings

Some stocking stuffer ideas for the little boys in your life.
This is a list of things our boys will be getting.




1) Masking tape (doesn't leave sticky residue or peel paint)
2) Small hammer
3) Small pliers
4) Small screwdriver
5) Tape measure
6) Kid-safe scissors
7) Kid-sized work gloves
8) Batteries
9) Motorized toothbrush
10) Markers

*Smoooooch*

Makes you want to find the mistletoe, doesn't it?



My Monkey

You love Monkey so much.

Sometimes you seem insecure without it.

Whenever you are upset, you go to your crib and pull her through the rails. Just to hug her.

If you are sleepy, none other will do. Not even Mommy.

I love to see your short little arms wrapped around her and your chubby, dimpled hands gripping her so tight.

I adore the way you cal her, "Mum*may". Not the same as "Mommy."

Daddy thinks you are too attached.

Mommy thinks you are too cute.

But I understand it.

I'm attached to my monkey too.

Because my monkey is you.