Christmas cheer...a little late

I'm Batman.

  And I have a drug problem.

Fortunately, I have the support of my cousins....

And brothers....

(who don't get too mad when I mess with their birthday presents)

And some more cousins and grandparents....

Although my mom has been somewhat useless lately, 

mostly complaining about smells and how she wishes she could just throw up already

Thank heavens for Dad, who is the only reason I have clean bottles or pajamas these days...

 

Dad says that eventually my teeth will come in and I'll stop drooling like a faucet and screaming in pain at two in the morning, which sounds pretty good.  In the meantime,  remember that in addition to being ridiculously cute like my brothers, I really like dogs.

Haxxoz part duex!

Once again I, the wonder Jon, have haxxed my wife blog.


Is there a purpose to this? Is it just to be a mean cyber bully? to see what she does and stalk her until she does my will...

No, no, it is none of these. Rather, I just wanted the blogosphere to know:

I am married to the most wonderful person in the world. 

Meegan is the best Wife, Friend, Mother and Support that God has or will ever create

Love you baby!

MWAH HA HA HA

Jon found this, and I found it hysterical and thought, "I MUST SHARE THAT!!!!"



Special recognition goes to Elizabeth, my newest in-law, for NOT being one of these Provo girls.  I'm proud to call you family!

An ode to my mom

My mom has a great eye for decorating.  She ALSO has the disgusting ability to skillfully execute her ideas...at least, it's disgusting to those of us still trying (and failing) to tie bows that don't come out looking like snarls.

(Explanation of the bow irritation:  I'm in charge of the PTA bulletin board at school, and it took me FOREVER to tie a bow for the present on the Christmas board...and in the end it was mostly just stapled to ***look*** like a bow.  But I digress.)

Back on track.  I didn't inherit Mom's mad skills.  I can't arrange flowers or decorate cakes, and I DEFINITELY can't tie a decorative bow.  I didn't get her cute nose and perfect toes, either..curse you, FrankenToes!!!!

Looking on the bright side, however, the list of stuff I do have includes--and this is a huge relief--a Christmas tree without a spider infestation.

So life's pretty good.  We decorated the tree tonight.  I think I stress too much about things that aren't very important.  For example, I'm kinda bothered that our tree clearly illustrates the theme, "A Toddler Lives Here," as seen below:

If you look carefully, you can CLEARLY see just how far Gabriel can reach.  For those of you who can't, here's a helpful photo edit (please note the tree is currently bow-free.  I haven't finished wrestling with the new blue and silver snarls.  I mean bows):

We didn't even finish decorating before I gave up on the pipe dream that I would be able to keep Gabriel away from the shiny stuff.  But now that I've had time to bemoan my tree (yeah...shallow), I've decided that I would far rather have a toddler-friendly (if slightly goofy-looking) tree and a Gabriel than a beautiful tree with no Gabriel.  So things balance out.  Besides, it's not just Gabriel who wreaks havoc on our Christmas decorations. For example:

It's a Jurassic Christmas!

Those poor villagers...MWAH HA HA HA HA!

In other news, Jon and I have taken to torturing the boys, at least to hear them tell it.  OH YEAH!  It's all part of our intricate plot to lighten Santa's payload this year:

I only WISH that was a staged picture...they were literally bracing themselves to choke down dinner.  Granted, it was tomato soup, but still...har har har, you're welcome!

To sum things up:

1.  Mom, you are amazingly talented.  Also, thanks for being so patient with all of us Tree Destroyers, as I'm sure this isn't a unique occurrence.

2.  Living with little boys is hysterical.  You just have to take Ferris Bueller's advice:  life moves pretty fast.  If you don't stop to look around once in a while, you could miss it.