Tornado of Presentry

BEFORE

AFTER

My Grandchildren

So Gabe tells me randomly tonight that he & his wife are going to have 2 sons. "And dat's it. No stisters."

I was both amused & surprised by this announcement, "Oh, what about your wife, what if she wants to have another in hopes of having a daughter? Some mommas want to try for a daughter."

"Nope. No girls. .... Well... okay, maybe I will. Yep- Me gonna have seven babies."

Flynn chimes in at this point,
"Gosh Gabe, that's a lot of babies. That's a lot of dirty diapers!"

Then he reasons it out & informs us,
"My wife will change them."

I'll try to keep this conversation from his future wife.

Ho-Ho-Ho & Mistletoe

2010 has ushered in & out my favorite holiday...Christmas: The day full of giving, warm fuzzies, & stocking-fuls of love.

It seems each year, that the holidays get a little easier; but part of that is bittersweet, it just means my babies are growing up. They no longer tumble out of a toddler bed & toddle into the livingroom, rubbing their eyes like a baby bear cub.
They bounce into our room, full of questions regarding the previous night's events... asking if Santa ate their snack... did his reindeer make noises on the roof.... and wondering when they'll get to go see what Santa has left them.Flynn's 'faith' in Santa doesn't seem to faulter but sheesh, does she have the questions. 'How does he get to so many places?' 'Where does he live?' 'Does Mrs. Claus help him?' 'What if there's a fire in the fireplace?' 'How does he fit down the chimney?' 'What if you're bad right before he comes?'

Gabe doesn't have faith so much, as anxiety. The poor fella, I thought I was going to have to give him a zanax the night before the big day. He actually broke down & cried & it took everything out of me not to spill the beans. He was worried that Santa would come into his room. And 'why does Santa have to check on me?'

Nevertheless, everyone awoke on Christmas morning, ready to start the unwrapping derby. And wow were we blessed this year to spoil our kiddos & each other.

I'm Late! I'm Late! For a very important Date!

No time to say,

HELLO!

GOOD BYE!

I'm late!

I'm late!

I'm late!


I'm late telling you, that is, about the wonderful & perfectly elegant & fun TEA PARTY Flynn was given in honor of her birthday.

Nana took over the plans & hard work as a gift to Flynn & rounded up as many secondhand dresses as she could. Then she altered them & embellished them & even had a hat or hair accessory for every single guest.

Fine china was set & each guest enjoyed a finger sandwich, pickle & chips...and of course, 'real' tea in a real tea cup.

After a fun game & the dress up time, the lunch & the (super duper cute) cake, Flynn enjoyed opening her gifts.

The tea guzzlers had an ah'mazing time & this party will not soon be forgotten.