Christmas 2009

Wishing everyone a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

Visiting the Big Man.

We stopped at the mall yesterday to see the Big Man himself.

Zack was excited for all of a minute then his mood changed and he wanted no part of going up to Santa.

So Santa came down off this throne and walked over to Zack. The conversation started in the line and then moved so Santa could sit and a picture could be taken. They talked all about Thomas the train but Zack never did tell Santa what he wanted for Christmas.

We were able to get a good picture on the first shot. I really did not want to push my luck much longer with attempting to take anymore pictures. I really don't think Zack would have gone for that.

So here he is visiting Santa

Shh, it's a secret!

There are two Christmas tree lots not far from our house. Every time we head out to the store Zack wants to pass them to make sure the Snowmen and Santa inflatables are still there and are up.

One of the Santa inflatables is holding a list. On one particular day when Zack was not being a very good boy I told him it was Santa's naughty list and I saw his name on it. So every time we pass it he asks if his name is on it.

Tonight when we passed it Kris asked Zack if his name was on the naughty list, when Zack told him no Kris asked why he thought his name was not on the naughty list. Zack's response was "I can't tell you dad, it is a secret."

I got a chuckle out of that.

Playing in the dark

It snowed yesterday which is a once every few years kind of thing around here. I learned a long time ago that if it is snowing, get out in it that day or it will be gone by tomorrow.

Once there was enough on the ground to cover it, I bundled Zack up and we went out to play in it. Who cares we were the only ones out on the block. Who cares we could not see much because it was dark. Who cares other peoples children were already snug in there beds? We had a blast.

Zack made snow angels, threw more snow balls at me than I can count. Knocked the snow off everything he could possibly reach, and then refused to help me make a stack of snowballs to bombard Kris with when he finally came home. As a matter of fact the little stinker stole more than half of them and threw them at me.

It was the best snowball making snow I have seen in a long time. It was just perfect packing snow.

When Kris did come home we had a little snowball fight as soon as he was getting out of the car. He never saw it coming. (Insert Evil laugh here).

I finally convinced Zack to throw snowballs at Kris and not me. Once he did, I heard Kris give a little yell. Apparently Zack got him with a snowball and it went down the back of his pants. (Insert more Evil laughter here).

The snowball fights ended when my dear husband nailed me right in the glasses! That hurt. I did yell at him and eventually he will get over it but darn it, you can hit me in the shoulder, the back, the stomach, the back of my head anywhere but the darn glasses!

Here is a picture for your viewing pleasure of my little snow angel catching flakes on his tongue.

The Tasting

Zack helps out a lot in the kitchen, he loves to help cook, and bake.

On the few occasions we tell him he can not help out, he gets upset and says "But you have to let me help you because I'm the Chef".

It is not always a pretty sight when he is done but he does at least attempt to taste whatever he has created. Here he is licking the beater when he made a pie.And here is the aftermath. I told you it wasn't always pretty. He did enjoy it though.