Fashion Fabulous Friday

 

 Headlamp and a new pair of Crocs.

 

 

I'd think he was heading out on a serious adventure if he wasn't still in his pajamas.

Little Snowman

With the busyness that the end of the year brings, we hadn't done our one-on-one time with the kids since October.

Reed and I went out together last, but we were back together again because I really wanted to take him to Family Day at Canvas and Cocktails.

 

 

(JR went to see Life of Pi with Granny Sherry and Kyle went swimming with Jason.)

 

 

I picked this past Sunday thinking every Denverite would be tucked away watching the Broncos, but I guess there are a few like me out there, as it was still a full house.

 

 

Reed couldn't have been more excited for his "painting class", and started asking me early that morning how much longer.

 

 

But I think the waiting for the teacher once we were there might have been the hardest part.

 

I'm pretty sure the whole world has been to one of the classes by now, so y'all know how they work.  The nice thing about Family Day is the adult doesn't have to paint. 

This was the best decision I made.

I was able to help Reed mix his colors, get his brushes ready, and stand behind him and re-show him what the teacher had explained.

 

 

This little girl next to Reed kept looking at his picture and crying.

Her poor mom was ready to throw in the towel pretty soon after it started.

I would never take the other two to something like this.

It's lots of sitting, paying attention,and following directions.  (None of which are strong suits for the majority of the Ingersoll family.)

 

 

Since it was Family Day, it was a nice, easy painting.

 

 

We had practiced making Christmas trees when he was drawing Christmas pictures this year, so that wasn't hard for him to catch on.

He didn't really understand how to highlight the tress, so I would point to where to add the white and he'd say, "so just follow the lines?" 

 

 

During break time he saddled himself up to the bar and ordered an orange juice.

 

 

And here's his final product. 

 He learned a lot about the differences between painting and coloring. And I don't think he could have loved this day more.

 

Kyle is just as proud of Reed as Reed is of Reed, so the snowman painting is hanging in their room.

(Until I bring it out with the Christmas decorations next year!)

Black-Eyed (but without the peas)

You better be a good one, 2013!

 

I've got my eyes on you.

2012 Spectacular

When telling personal anecdotes, I seem to always be saying "I couldn't make this stuff up".

So, I figured I'd do a little recap of some of our more absurd highlights of the year.

 

 

January

The highlight of Kyle and Reed's birthday party was experiencing the hilarity of 77 mph winds in a hurricane simulator.

February

Something I never thought I'd witness: JR shares his food in an act of Valentine's Day brotherly love.

March

While visiting my parents, we saw first hand that lightning and gas don't play nice together.

 

 

April

My first (and last) sighting of The Lobster Zone. 

(Catch a lobster, he's yours to eat!)

May

Elvis serenaded me at the Bolder Boulder.

June

I spent an afternoon babysitting a chick that lost its mother.

(Or more accurately, I babysat a chick that was chased down and caught by my Wild Ones til its mom thought the coast was clear and came back.)

July

We had a "celebrity" encounter on the square in Crockett, Texas.

Lesa from Storage Wars Texas.

 

 

 

August

It was touch and go between Kyle and a peacock.

 

 

 

September

Giant stacks of onion rings are the new cookie bouquet.

 

October

Second "celebrity" sighting of the year.

(3rd if you count Elvis.)

 November

We spent Thanksgiving with a one-eyed dog.

December

The kids still didn't behave, and I kept forgetting to move the elf. 

I think he should visit for about a week next year.

Happy, Happy

It seems our house guests of the four legged kind are not only beautiful, but have exotic names.

You'll remember back in Durango we kept Fiona.

 

This time, we had Zoe for a few days.

Zoe's mom is my friend, Debbie. (You might  remember I fell in front of her house while running the other day.)

 

 

Just look at that happy face.

She's like the dog version of Buddy the Elf. "I just like to smile. Smiling's my favorite."

 

 

She's as big as she is sweet.

The kids are already ready for her to come back!

Fashion Fabulous Friday

Santa really came through for JR in the ski accessory department.

A new jacket, pants, helmet, and goggles.

 

 

Definitely the most fashion fabulous kid on the mountain!

And if you're wondering why his face is all covered up...the high was 4.

That's right, 4.

Like it Never Happened

As of 7:30 last night, you wouldn't even know Christmas happened in this house.

Granny Sherry came over yesterday and the three of us got it all put away.

 

I love it going up, and I love looking at it, but it sure feels good when it's all put away.

(Although the house looks so empty!)

 

And even though you can't tell it, Christmas did happen.

 

 

Granny Sherry gave all the boys "Uff Da" sweatshirts.

'Uff da' is a Norwegian saying that Granny Sherry and Reed say.

It seems to me they say it when they're tired of doing something, stressed out, or have lots to do at once.

I looked it up, and Wikipedia says, "Within Scandinavian-American culture, Uff da frequently translates into: I am overwhelmed."

 

 

Speaking of the Norwegians, Granny Sherry made the entire Christmas dinner. (Hallelujah!)

Including Swedish meatballs, and of course, lefse...which is what Reed is eating.

JR was super excited about his new gun.

It's a .243.

(I don't know what that means, or what it can do, but he was excited.)

Kyle got a new Perry the Platypus.

He's bigger and "talks". Kyle is in love.

 

And Jason and I got each other the same thing.

 

Now on to New Year's!