Santa letter and other good stuff

We wrote this letter to Santa today and I was so proud of how well Adam wrote his name. With his left hand of course! I think his handwriting will be better than mine pretty soon.

I also wanted to post Tristan's precious foot which is a little late!


This post is not at all coherent just a conglomeration of things I want to remember jotted down while the kids are coloring and playing cars.

We took Daddy down to the airport this AM and when we were driving through Atlanta Adam says, "This is an 'orgeous city, WOW" We are having a nice freezing cold Sunday.

Cute Kids

I never take the time to update this with cute things my kids do and this is the most important thing for me to write down. So if you don't care anything about my kids you will probably want to find another blog!

Tristan is getting so big and starting to really talk in "sentances". Today at dinner he was telling me he wanted a spoon. A second later he was saying "peas". So I got up to get him some more peas and disregarded the spoon command. After bringing him the peas he promptly pitched a fit. I had no idea what was going on. Luckily Daddy figured out and went to get him a spoon. The lightbulb clicked on and I asked him, "oh you want a spoon to eat your peas". This was followed by enthusiastic nodding and "yeah, yeah, yeah". He is starting to pronounce things really well and really likes saying his "k's" at the end of "milk" and "book". He sounds like a little German baby!

This afternoon we were playing Simon Says. I am always amazed at how animated Tristan is. He craves being the center of attention. Nothing could stump him. He was so excited to even do a dance, turn a summersault or sing a song on command during the game. He wants to be just like big brother.




Adam is really maturing too. In the past it has been hard to get much more than one word answers out of him about preschool. If I asked him who he played with he would only give me a yes or no when I asked him specifically. Today he told me a whole long story about what he and Brooks did on the playground. There is starting to be a lot more complex interaction which is fun.

Yesterday at naptime we were reading a story and Adam raises his hand to say "Dogs don't really talk". Who knows how long he had been working that one out in his head.

Lastly when we were playing over at Lori's yesterday I was laughing when Adam comes over to the group who was digging a hole in the ground and says "Can I please play with you guys". So sweet and cautious. Not sure where he gets that from.

Doing it The Old Fashion Way

Lately I have been struggling with Trespassing. Not only the act of others trespassing on my property but struggling with the fact that I actually care. (I have a philosophical debate with myself about if land/property can really be owned.) For the past two years or so we have had a pack of middle schoolers who hang out in our yard in the afternoon when they get off the bus. They used to let them off just a couple of feet up the road and they never really bothered us but since they changed the route to right in front of our house they have taken up residence in our yard. We called the school board to see if they would change the stop but no dice. It is not uncommon for the kids to just hang out even when I am outside with my kids playing. They don't really realize at this age that other people exist and that you might not want to cuss in front of little children.

I am pretty nonconfrontational by nature. I have been thinking that I need to find these kid's parents and talk to them. I just hate this sort of thing. I am reminded of the fact that this is what has always created stability and conformity in a community is the concept of accountability. "Back in the Day" kids actually feared doing stupid crap in public because their Mamas might find out. So yesterday when the kids were playing a football game in my front yard for a good half hour I had had enough. For some reason I still think that I am going to scare them off when I come outside. They didn't budge. They continued their game with their backpacks strewn all over my yard. So I took one of the backpacks and took it inside my house with the full intention of calling his Mama! I got busy with dinner and at about 5 oclock I was looking in his backpack and looking up Mom in the directory. It was about then that the kid rang the doorbell with his tail between his legs. I had a little talk with him about why it isn't a good idea to hang out on people's property without their permission. He was very apologetic and I felt like such an old crow!

I am kind of sorry that I didn't get to call his Mama. Eventhough I hate that sort of confrontation I still crave a community with presence and awareness of others. I pray that I can raise my children with these qualities. I hope that if they struggle along the way that somebody will call their Mama!

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