Thanks for the Memories . . . Thanksgiving Day.

And the winner is . . .

Every year, on Thanksgiving night, when we're home alone,

just us--mom, dad, and the kidlets--

we watch our first Christmas movie of the season.

This year we let the boys pick the movie.

And the movie they picked was . . . SANTA CLAUSE 2.

Watching FB at Grandpa's.

Okay, so BYU lost. And it was ugly.

And painful to watch--especially the 4th quarter.

We're still trUe BLuE.

The funnest part was watching the game

with Grandma and Grandpa, and Uncle Carl.

Only those older than 10

seemed interested in watching the game.

But it was a fun excuse to wear our BYU gear.

See! My typical photo pose:
eYes clOseD and mOuTh WIDE oPen.
Aren't I beautiful? Hardy har har. Here's hoping we kick butt in the bowl game.
Let's pull it together, guys.

Go Cougars!

Sunday Best

Sunday mornings are fun, aren't they?

Especially when you're trying to get six kids ready for church.

How is it that each boy can have six pair of black socks,

but not find ONE on Sunday morning?

Or how do the girls manage to lose their hair ribbons

somewhere between the car and the chapel?

He likes to do the GOPHER look.

Don't ask me why.
This is a rare moment.
The two of them are NOT fighting.
Miracle of miracles.
And they are both smiling.
And standing still. WOW.

Can anyone get a nine-month-old to sit still for a photo?
Big brother loves to hold his baby sister.

This little girl loves to be in pictures.

Well, we made it to church on time.

Another triumph.

And we'll do it all over again next Sunday.

So much to look forward to.

And they say I'll miss this when they're all grown up.

Imagine that . . . because I can't.

BUT I LOVE THEM!

Swat the Mosquito

Happy Halloween