Day#42

This is Gary's rental car while getting the Nissan fixed after he was backed into on the day before Christmas Eve. Instead of Chevy Sonic, I liked to call it the Red Tatertot.

Day#41

Day#40

A boy and his dream truck. He's already got his dream coat and vest.

Day#39

No big deal, Grant's eating his cereal.

Day#38

Bob has been loving this box since Christmas Eve.

Day#37

Christmas Eve, a beautiful and warm family

Day#36

I was going to post our Christmas Eve MEGAbreakfast family picture but just got the news that Jack got a 32 on his ACT and I am so overcome with relief and happiness and excitement I just had to share! Here's our happy and smart boy!!

Day#35

Debra brought the game Suspend and Sam likes to play it pirate-style which cracks us all up because he leaves his unpatched eye closed, too.

Day#34

This chicken leg-looking part of my hand is extra chicken leg-looking now thanks to wild, unbridled enthusiasm while playing foosball last night. I swear it is the only "sport" I display any competitive drive (well, you might also include badminton because I love to do downward drives in a slightly vicious manner but really, it doesn't compare).

The weird thing is that my competitive drive while playing foosball is like at a totally loco level. You can ask Gary. You would be shocked at the aggression I can dish out and the awesome scoring I can do, especially once I am warmed up. I started playing it in college and not even that often, but, not to sound immodest, I did feel I had found I had a gift. Today the heel of my hand is so swelled up and sore and discolored, and I can't wait to get to play again.

Day#33

At the Galleria