That Holiday Feeling Part Deux

Let's start this post off with a rousing version of "We Wish you a Merry Christmas". Ian's daycare class at their annual Christmas party. Andy's favorite act was the class after Ian's. The three year olds. Whatever they were singing disolved into riotous, chaos as everyone did their own thing on stage (song, dance, jumping, etc). What you do not see in this video is Andy holding Alexander back because he really, really really, wanted to be on stage with "Tree" which is Alex's name for Ian. We have no idea why.

With emotion!! Notice the cute chicks backing him up. That's my boy!

In order to assure maximum sucking up, er, gift receiving potential we saw Santa twice. The above Santa is our usual guy we see each year at one of the local malls. He remembers us, which is nice.

The boys appear to be constipated, and/or have important appointments to met and wish to just get this over...gotta love the gritting grin.

This is the snowstorm of the century that we had this past weekend. I have no idea how much we received..had to be a least 15-20 inches. You wonder WHY I don't know, is because I kept forgetting to turn on the news to see; put peering out the window indicated it was more than a foot. Also the neighbor's cars across the street were basically two large lumps of snow by midday. Alex is not so charmed by the whole snow thing and spent most of his time out side in his new boots (which he insisted on wearing/carrying around the house) saying, "mommy carry"... the most amazing part of the whole storm wasn't so much the amount of snow we received, but the fact that a snow plow came down our street THREE times before NOON; it wandered by another time or two in the evening. In 2003 we received 18 inches of snow. A plow never came by. Not once. After two days of being trapped, I shoveled a good portion of the street; seriously...

Walking to a neighbor's house for cookie decorating. What you don't hear in this picture is the fact that Alexander is SCREAMING his head off. He wants 'mommy carry" not to ride on the big, nasty snowtube. He is moments away from flinging himself off the tube.

Ian, on the other hand, is all over the whole being pulled through a semi-blizzard in a snowtube thing. He wishes this could happen in summer too.

The next day: After spending a good part of the morning shoveling snow on to the neighrbor's cars (HA! KIDDING neighbors!!) Andy decides its time to take a spin in the tub.

Me too! As I flew down the hill yelling, "WOOOOOHOOOOOOO!!!!" Alexander said, and I quote, "whooooa momma"..

Ian decided snowtubing is his thing. He was even able to climb back up the hill with the tube in tow. Which is good considering his boots were more hinderance than help. He would have stayed there all day tubing.

I just liked this picture. Boys in their Navy shirts (BEAT ARMY! oh wait, they did. heh)

This is the Grand Finale. It involves robust singing AND slick dance moves. At one point (not in this video) I hollered, "Shake your money makers guys!" ahh, nothing says Christmas like that.
at least no one threw their panties on stage :-)

..and to all a good night! May your Christmas be full of good cheer, good friends, good food, and for those traveling, decent coffee!