This picture just cracks me up. It perfectly shows the boys personalities. Owen has a REALLY hard time staying dressed, so I frequently find him stripped down around the house, luckily he hasn't done it in public. He's also covered with spots from markers and frosting. Noah's pajamas and fist say it all. He loves pretending to be a fighter/ninja/superhero. Hyrum is diligently working on his gingerbread house and showing me a piece of candy in his hand that he's about to put on.
The boys were super excited about these gingerbread/cookie cutters I found online. They loved fighting the Star Wars guys and eating them too:).
There's something magical about Christmas Eve for a mom and dad. Brett and I both at different times walked into the front room to see how everything looked and if it looked magical enough for a Christmas morning surprise for the boys.
Other then a couple of last minute pajama changes that needed to take place, the morning went perfectly.
Brett and I have beed discussing and planning on getting a dog for the past few years. We finally felt like we found the right time. The boys, especially Hyrum, had shown us that they could carry extra responsibilities and handle the sacrifices it would take to care for and save up for a puppy. They were all very surprised and thrilled to get a real puppy to join our family. His name is Rocky, and he's pretty dang cute!
Once everything had settled down from around the tree we had a very big breakfast of chocolate waffles, doughnuts, whipped cream, strawberries, raspberries, sausage, eggs, egg nog, and fudge. They boys got to pick the breakfast this year:).
Rocky is a small dog and doesn't like the cold too much, so we try and keep him bundled. He's a Bichon Frise and Havanese mix puppy, 12 weeks old. We are now in the process of crate training him and keeping him on a rigid schedule.
