Showing posts with label the real meaning of Christmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the real meaning of Christmas. Show all posts
Friday, January 30, 2009
I finally had my power cable to my laptop fixed. This has been my impediment to posting pics. I have a couple months to make up for, so here's few Christmas pics. Mom, Dad, here ya go.



grittiness
kidlings,
the real meaning of Christmas
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
This is what Christmas is all about Charlie Brown...
I was putting Hamster to sleep last night. Really I was playing with him while James kept shushing us. I wanted to make sure, in his sweet little head, that he knew what Christmas was about.
me: Christmas is coming!
Hamster: no mo dah-purs affer Cwi-mus. (We're serious about potty training soon)
me: Right, no diapers. But also it's about Jesus' birthday.
Hamster: Jeeshus?
me: uh huh. Jesus. It's a celebration about His birthday.
Hamster: and open MY pwesunts!
yeah, Hamster, open your presents. Who told my almost 3-year old that he opens presents? Oh yeah, the 5-year old. Thanks Bud.
I was putting Hamster to sleep last night. Really I was playing with him while James kept shushing us. I wanted to make sure, in his sweet little head, that he knew what Christmas was about.
me: Christmas is coming!
Hamster: no mo dah-purs affer Cwi-mus. (We're serious about potty training soon)
me: Right, no diapers. But also it's about Jesus' birthday.
Hamster: Jeeshus?
me: uh huh. Jesus. It's a celebration about His birthday.
Hamster: and open MY pwesunts!
yeah, Hamster, open your presents. Who told my almost 3-year old that he opens presents? Oh yeah, the 5-year old. Thanks Bud.
grittiness
the real meaning of Christmas
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