Christmas

James got up there all by himself and was pretty proud of himself, he kept laughing, he stood up through the back, climbed through, turned around and stood up. He's really taken to crawling in tight spaces. He loves going under Ellie's bed. He'll just be playing in Ellie's room and then you'll look over and see the last half of him as he disappears under the bed. He doesn't care a bit that it's dark as dark. Occasionally, I'll lift up the covers to check on him, to see if he's scared or something, he just smiles at me through the dim light I let in. He likes to explore, he slithers over and scratches the walls, feels the bed springs, plays with the dust bunnies. When we went over to the Pates for Christmas, James crawled behind the lamp table and crawled in the tiny section between the wall and the couch. You could hear him laughing with glee as he crawled along and popped out the other side. I was afraid he'd get stuck or try and retreat, and then we'd have to move the couch and the end tables, but he didn't, and as soon as he came out, he turned around and went back around for more. To me this is a very strange phenomenon, It being very difficult for me to even stick my head under the bed or pull the covers up on my chest because I immediately feel so claustrophobic.



Natalie is here. She's cut her hair and looks so grown up. She's a big help with Ellie and James. Barry pulled Ellie and Natalie in a sled with the 4-wheelers all across Grandpas fields. Unfortunately they ran out of gas when they were quite far away, Fortunately they had Barry little brother there who was willing to walk all the way back and get some. Unfortunately he didn't remember there was a reserve tank on the wheeler until he was already home. So he got to walk all the way back and tell them.


Yes, I know, James smeared his breakfast on my shoulder and Ellie has powdered sugar on her shirt from the yummy scones Barry made us for breakfast. Santa came late this year, but Ellie was still very excited. This is our first family picture in two years I think.


A while back I went to the eye doctor, who was quite proud of his knowledge and expertise, he spent about 1 1/2 sharing his knowledge with me and examining my eyes, when he was all done he asked me if I had any questions. I merely just looked down and said
"yeah, what color are my eyes."
(doctor) "?!? hum na ah, we'll uh"

He didn't have a clue, not a clue.

I just laughed at him. It rather took the wind out of his sails though.

IN his defense though, What color are my eyes?