December Fun

 We made a pinata.  

 A Christmas tradition of Stewart's.

 The kids tried their best to be good, so they could receive treats from the Elf.

Unfortunately, Stew decided to draw on the walls.  And then Evie added faces to his drawings. She tried to lie her way through it, until I explained I knew it was her because Stew doesn't draw faces. 

It was a sad morning the next day when they both received a note from the Elf instead of a surprise.

 Evie had her Kindergarten Christmas program.

 It was really cute.

 She said her part perfectly.

And just for fun, here is a little boy with long curly hair in Evie's class.  After a month in school she came home and excited reported that Zeke was actually a boy.  I had a good laugh.

 On Christmas Eve we broke the pinata. 
He's suppose to be a snowman.  

 Christmas morning fun.

 Dreams came true.

 And a puppet show, which was the present I made for the kids.

. A stage that hangs in the doorway.

And 8 little friends.

That I really enjoyed creating.

 Evie received books from Grandma King

that to our surprise had fairies named Amber and Sunny. 

(I'm not going to lie, it's more fun when there's a character in the book named after you.)

And then we were thrilled when the next book had a Fairy named Evie. 


Needless to say, we've had a great December.

I Was Desperate

All of Ryan's swaddle blankets were dirty, and he won't stay asleep with his arms out yet.  So I had to improvise.  It worked great though.

Cracker Jack Is On My List

First here is a picture of Evie and Ryan that I thought was cute. (Just had to slip that in.)

Now onto my beef with Cracker Jack.

Normally, I would just put Cracker Jack on my Bottom Five list for the week, but I felt like it needed a post of it's own.  Why am I peeved, you ask?  Is it the caramel coated popcorn and peanuts?  No, that's clearly still delicious. 

It's the beloved prizes that are the problem!  The whole reason you breakdown and buy a box of caramel popcorn instead of making it yourself. 

Here is the prize we pulled out the other day:

(Sorry the picture is turned, I was lazy and didn't want to flip it.)  Anyway, back to the outrage!  The prize is Guess Who I Grew Up to Be.  Facts about a historical person.  Why is that a prize?  Where is my sticker or tattoo?  That's just lame.

Shame on you Cracker Jack, shame on you!