Happy Birthday to my favorite sis Lis!

Love love love you!

Us starring in some sweet-arse hair commercials in the bathtub

sometime around 1992

PS...my sister was pretty much the cutest little girl ever!

We took a drive.

Monday, after Christmas, we piled in and went sledding. Sledding time with two toddlers = about one hour, or a little less. Landen is just like his momma; a thrill-seeker. And Morgan is just like his, and would rather keep his feet on solid, warmer ground. Landen giggled. Morgan cried. 

And thus the story goes.... 

{Christmas Day}

This Christmas was the best we've had in a long time. With our trunk full of presents, and our bags on our laps, we arrived on Christmas Eve and stayed for nine days. It was so good to be home. Home sweet home. Dad built a fire just for me every morning. We stayed up too late, ate too much, took naps, went shopping, snapped over 500 pictures, and came home with way too much Christmas loot.

Santa was good to us all.

Here are some pictures of Christmas morning....   

{Jared's favorite present}

{Morgan and Landen's favorite present}

Jared and I got matching pea coats!

Our stash. 

{Ben, Faith and Lis}

{Dad and Mom}

{Uncle Dude}

{Best Buddies Landen and Morg}

Favorite Presents:

U2 cds, bread maker, play vacuum, shock collar (works on husbands and dogs alike).

(I love Christmas.)

A trip home.

Mr. Landen turned one this weekend.

One year old!

He got balloons, a giant stuffed dog, and some sunglasses.

...both boys were amused.

(For a few moments, at least.)

Then it was time for cake!

Landen got his own cake, which he shoveled in his mouth by the fistful. 

Morgan helped himself

to a few tastes, too.

We visited with Grandma Glenna. And slept in the room next to hers. We listened to her snore all night long! She gave us candy and scrubbie pads in a ziplock bag.

We love her! 

We went on spring walks with grandpa.

And visited with

Grandma Dixon,

who is very old with puffy white hair and a voice that shakes. But don't let it all fool you! She's got a mind of her own, still.

And when I asked who her first kiss was, she told me she wouldn't say because it was "personal information" which was the funniest and most amusing part of the whole trip, and I'm still giggling about it. 

And when it came time for pictures, Morg would have none of it. The old and the young have minds of their own, you know.

Then we escaped in grandma's wheelchair and raced down the halls,(to entertain Morgan, of course), and mom took pictures until dad came out and told us to stop.

We also made a couple of visits at grandma and grandpa keller's, and saw aunt megan,too! Grandma and Morgan played outside in the beautiful sunny weather.  

Did I tell you it's spring there?

Well, it is. These flowers are blooming in my mom's front berm!

PS - I hear it's our turn soon (for spring)!

PSS - I'm so glad to be home!! I missed my husband! And Bella, even.

PSSS- The day before we left, my mom said Morgan took the framed picture of him and his daddy off of the table and carried it around the house, then crawled up on her rocking chair saying 'dada' while he held the frame and looked at it. (Melted my heart.)

PSSSS- Anyone wanna guess how many times I sang "Do You Know The Muffin Man?" on the way home, or how many versions of lyrics I made up? Oh, the things a traveling mother comes up with when she's flying solo!