The day after Thanksgiving we went to Dad and Mom’s and got a Christmas tree. The kids enjoyed helping decorate it.
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Note that most of the ornaments are at the bottom of the tree in clumps – I try to sneak a few up higher whenever Kate and Lincoln aren’t looking. =) ![]()
Every night when Mike gets home from work the kids say “Throw me, Daddy.” I finally captured it one evening. ![]()
Picture of the kids and I on my birthday
Mice – well, we were at my parents for Thanksgiving. The adults were sitting around the table and Kate and Lincoln were downstairs playing. I was holding Creighton. After awhile Kate came upstairs with a toy skillet, which she does at home all the time when she is pretending to make dinner. Anyway, she says, “Look Mom.” I look, expecting to see some pretend eggs or something and it’s a mouse in her skillet. I may have screamed or squealed, I certainly jumped. Kate exclaimed, “Mom doesn’t like mice. But Mom, it’s not real, it’s not real, Mom.” In my mind I was trying to process if that was true or not, Grandma does have a pretend mouse. About that time, Kate emphatically says, “No, Mom, it’s not real” and shoves the skillet up in my face and then drops the mouse on the floor. I jumped back and said, “Yes, Kate, it is real…somebody get it.” At the point, Kate did look a little nervous that she had been playing with a real (dead) mouse. I will not think about how long she had been playing with it or what all she touched after she picked it up. Almost daily, Kate says, “Hey Mom, remember when I scared you with that mouse?” and then she giggles hysterically. =)