Gingerbread House 2012: Hagrid's Hut

This year the children wanted to do something from Harry Potter.  The first suggestion was Hogwarts.  I vetoed that because I have no idea how I'd create it.  Plus it would be huge, unless we made a mini Hogwarts.  Maybe next year.  We'll see what the children like next year.

 

Anyway, we settled on Hagrid's hut.  Perfect because it's sort of sloppy and thrown together and that's usually how these houses turn out.  I am not an architect, designer or engineer, but to my children I'm awesome when we make these houses and that's what I love about doing it.  They think I'm amazing and I let them. 

 

Here we see the finished house with the three decorators.  So proud and excited about eating it Christmas day.

These are all the cookies we made as well.  Lauren doesn't like gingerbread, but Spence and Brenna do.  The funniest thing is watching these cookies disappear over the month.  First the frosting is scraped off and then arms, legs, and bits are nibbled away by little mouths.  I love looking at the devastation on the tree.

The back of the finished hut.  I underestimated how big around this thing would be so the back door is a lot taller than the main hut.  Oops.

Here are all the pieces.  Hagrid's hut is a circle so I decided an octagon would be a good shape.  When I began to assemble the hut, Ben, my assistant, pointed out I was making a hexagon.  I'm much better at those.  He enlarged it so all the pieces would fit and it was huge.  Next time I'll make the pieces half the size.

Here I attached the roof of the back door.  Note the load bearing candy cane.  There is another one on the other side.  Roof attachment was successful!  No cave ins, but I did have to take it off real quick and remove the candle that had been propping up the walls as they dried earlier in the day.  I figured the kids would rather look through the door and not see a candle.

The busy decorators/hoarders.

Finished hut, complete with pumpkin patch, rocks, pathway, fence, and a pile of Hagrid's socks for the house elves.

So tempting.

The side view.

Under construction with all of the supports placed strategically.  You can see the candle that was almost entombed.  What you can't see is the canning jar that was entombed under the main roof.  It was so low I new it wouldn't support itself so I cheated and just put the pieces together on top of the jar.  Engineers prerogative.

Happy Birthday Brenna!

She's not a baby any more.  Now a little girl.  I'm so impressed with her generous nature as we planned her birthday party.  It was to take place while Lauren and Spencer were at school and she was very insistent that they have a favor bag and a balloon when they got home.  Such a sweet little girl.

Special tea set.

Special guest for a tea party.

Tiny cupcakes.  Brenna requested cupcakes with cupcakes on top of them.  So we made mini cupcakes with mini reese's peanut butter cups on top.

New blanket!  Hopefully it will help phase out Frankenblankie.

Building a puzzle with her party friends.

Party invitaions.

 

Thanksgiving Day PreFeast Activities

This is how Uncle William prepares for Thanksgiving feasting. I think he wished another Uncle or two were there to spell him inbetween attacks by the neices and nephew. 

Enter the Politeness Totoros

How to encourage good table manners, especially for Spencer and eating foods?  What a dilemma.  So my sister in law had tried an idea she found using Popsicle sticks and giving them out when good manners were demonstrated.  At first she tried an idea where each kid got a stack of sticks and if they noticed someone not using good manners they took a stick from that child's stack.  This idea may work, but with children more docile than mine.  Family dinner would quickly become family brawl if I tried this. 

My children love small things and they also love the movie Totoro, which they watched many times while visiting my parents this past summer.  So why not make little Sculpey Totoros that come out only for dinner and carefully watch for good table manners.  Ben mentioned something his family did with eating food.  Whatever food you wanted, usually dessert, was set in the middle of the table.  Each time you took a bite of the rest of your food the desired food moved a little closer to your plate. 

We combined the ideas and the Politeness Totoros came into being.  They sit in the middle of the table and move closer to each child's plate as polite manners are used.  Each one has a specific manner they are looking for.  Brenna: sitting on her chair while eating; Spencer: eating what is made for dinner; Lauren: chewing with mouth closed.  Of course any lack of good manners sends all three Totoros back a few steps, but they come closer a lot faster when these special things are done.

Did it work?  Well, Brenna stayed in her chair all through dinner last night and she kept looking over at me while eating, being sure I noted her mouth was closed while she chewed.  She looked like a rabbit.  Lauren is actually very good at the table, but I had to come up with something for her.  She did well as usual.  Spencer actually picked up and held a piece of chicken and took a nibble, it was a minuscule nibble, but we've never been able to get him to touch new foods before so I was very pleased.  Hopefully the newness does not wear off too fast.  I wonder if we will take them to restaurants and other people's houses.  Perhaps.

Year of Quilled Holidays

I finally finished another quilling project.  To compliment our quilled family crest I have created five quilled pieces for our favorite holidays.  It's a shame the picture is a little blurry.  I should have waited for later in the day for better light.  I thought they looked cute, but definitely not professional.  Well, that's the way my projects tend to roll.

Catfish Corner

Photos from Catfish Corner in Burlington, Iowa.  We had a lot of fun on our trip this summer.

Advent Calender Completed

My calender is complete.  Now we just have to wait until October.  So very excited.  The backing fabric does not match at all so we won't be taking any pictures of that part.

Halloween Advent Calender Project

I love advent calendars.  Last year I borrowed a cute pattern from my mother to make a Christmas advent calendar.  I've always wanted a Halloween count down calendar, but didn't like any of the ideas I would find when searching the internet.  I decided to make my own.  This drawing is my crude sketch of what I envisioned, a crazy quilted background and pumpkin with little ornaments to hang. 

Here is the quilt top.  The first one I made I actually tried sewing the random pieces of fabric together and it was awful.  Things weren't straight and the fabric had bulges.  I didn't know what I was doing and it didn't work.  So for the second try I decided to just use the applique sticky adhesive stuff and iron the pieces together.  It turned out much better I think.  I decided not to piece the pumpkin because I had this great piece of orange fabric.  I thought the fence looked kind of cute and helped anchor the divide between sky and field.

Here are all the ornaments to go on the calendar.  I just need to attach little hangers from embroidery floss and they are good to go.  This pink fabric is actually the back of the quilt.  I picked a sacrificial scrap to use for the back since no one gets to see it except in this picture.  I plan to quilt around the large pumpkin and then sew 30 buttons on the quilt top as the rest of the quilting.  It may not be enough so I might have to quilt the fence of something.

These pieces were so cute, but too big to be ornaments on the calender.  So I am going to make special ornaments from these and put them on the wreath I have on my door.  Very festive I think.

Here is what the finished project will look like.  I made my own binding out of the fence material.  I think it looks like witch stocks.  I'm so glad there was enough.  Now to quilt it and finish the binding, then finish the ornaments with some hot glue and it is ready.  So excited for Fall!

Family Crest

All the old, established families have family crests and shields so why not ours.  I'm not artistic enough to design a true crest, but I did find inspiration online looking at paper quilled alphabet letters.  Think of this as the Stanley Family Seal or something like that.  Very over the top.  May the line last into the far reaching centuries to come!  Long Live the Stanleys!!!!

Spiritual Strength Part 5

This experience just happened yesterday.  It is a lesson I knew and had heard my whole life, but I understood it with my heart yesterday.  For Lauren's birthday we got a game called Skylander that comes with little action figures that can be activated in the game.  We gave one to Lauren and we have one for the other kids to receive on their birthdays and then we have one that they can earn by doing a special job.  If the kids aren't obedient and kind they lose their distinction as a portal master and the figurine is taken away until they become a good portal master again.  Hopefully some good motivation will come from this.  I have never seen Spencer so eager to do a job before. 

Anyway, Spencer did a special job, picking up a winter's worth of fallen pine cones, and earned a figure.  He loves it.  He plays so many little games with it outside of the video game.  But, yesterday morning he could not find his figure or Ben's figure.  He told me where he last remembered putting it and it wasn't there.  We started to look and after a few minutes I knew it was really lost because usually we find his things quickly.  They are just in his room and he hasn't checked thoroughly.  Well I checked with him and we still hadn't found it so we began an extensive check of the house.  Spencer even went searching into rooms I knew he never took the toys into before.  I knew this figure meant a lot to him and I wanted to find it for Spencer. 

I decided to say a prayer and ask for help to find this toy.  Seemed silly to pray for help looking for a toy, but I remembered how the Lord helped me find my Dignitet so I knew He would help us.  After I prayed I went up to Spencer's room again.  I looked in his closet and didn't see them, but as I stood there the thought came forcefully that if I didn't find the toys right away it was ok.  It didn't mean God hadn't heard my prayer.  It didn't mean He wasn't going to answer my prayer.  It simply meant it wasn't time to find the toy yet but it would be found.  I have known this for years, especially after a talk in conference by Elder Scott I knew that sometimes we have to wait for answers.  Somehow, though, this thought was different.  I never understood until that moment.  I realized that often when no answer is quickly forth coming my first thought is that my prayer wasn't heard.  I then have to reaffirm to myself by remembering experiences in my life that God is real and did hear my prayer.  I think I needed to fully understand that having to wait for an answer doesn't diminish God's power, nor my ability to receive answers.  It just means I need to wait. 

Well, we had a birthday party and a barbecue that day so it was busy but every free moment we looked for these figures.  Finally at night I looked at Ben and said "I don't know where they could be.  We have looked everywhere.  Where can they be hiding?"  Then I went back to Spencer's room and I looked in the closet again.  I noticed a toy he may have played with while playing with figures so I knelt to investigate.  Nothing, but I decided to move his laundry basket over a bit for a better look.  As I pushed the laundry basket I heard a noise.  I pulled the laundry basket out and there were the figures.  They were there the whole time even when I had my thought about how it was ok to not find them right away.  That it wasn't the right time.  The Lord truly knows what He is doing and sometimes I think He even has a sense of humor about it.  I'm grateful for another reminder that He is present in my life and that sometimes I just need to wait because the answer or desire will be granted, but the time just isn't right.

Spiritual Strength Part 3 and 4

This first experience is my earliest recollection of the spirit's presence in my life. I was in Primary during Sharing Time and we were living in Iowa City at the time. I was between the ages of 4 and 6 because we moved to Burlington before I started first grade. We were learning the song "We'll Bring the World His Truth". I remember as we sang the first line about being born of goodly parents I felt a warmth in my heart. My mother says I asked her about it afterwards and she told my it was the Holy Ghost. I don't remember that, I just remember how it felt to sing those words. I wish I felt the spirit that way all the time but I don't. In fact, I have never felt the presence of the Holy Ghost like that again. His promptings are different now and even though the experience was long ago and many other details have faded from my memory I still remember what it felt like. I didn't want to leave. I believe heaven will feel like that.

The only other times in my life where I have felt the Holy Ghost in a similar way have been with music. When my family gets together and is in Sacrament meeting together singing the Sacramet hymn I feel the spirit and I know what heaven will be like again. It isn't a warm feeling but a very strong feeling of love and peace. I know heaven is about families. I know the sacrament in about love. I have learned that I feel and learn things through music. There are a couple hymns that I feel the spirit testify to me each time I sing them. "Glory to God on High" is my favorite. When the congregation sings this together I feel such a bound of love and charity.

I am so grateful the Lord let me have this experience so early in life. It has been a rock to my testimony. If all else fails I know I have lt the love of God in my heart. I also think this experience prepared me as a child to trust my parents. I knew the words of the song were true so I knew I had good parents and I chose to trust them. It saved them and me a lot of heartache I am sure. It also set me up for one of my hardest decisions.

When I went to college at BYU it was the first time I was separated from my parents for anything longer air further away than Girls Camp. It was a time to live my life under my own disciplin and apply all my parents had taught me. When I went back home that first summer I had a far greater appreciation for God's gift of agency. I really liked being in charge of my life.

That first semester I met Ben. We were in the same ward and had a class together. Soon we started studying for the class together, I began sitting in on his philosophy classes, and we saw each other every day. He was a return missionary and the minute my parents learned this they warned me to be careful and slow down because he would be looking for a wife and I was too young. Never have I been so conflicted. I had always listened and heeded my parrent's counsel to this point. I just knew they knew best and loved me. This was the first struggle I had with something my parents wanted me to do. I prayed and thought about it. How could I cut down on the time I was spending with Ben. How could I slow things down. Each time I thought of ways to pull back I felt dark, empty, and confused. I finally decided that was my answer. My parents were giving me good advice, but I needed to make my own choices now and I really felt the right choice was to keep dating Ben, the opposite of what my parents said I should do. Really tough choice for me and I wasn't completely sure it was the right one because I knew I had a lot of emotions wrapped up in it.

I went ahead with my decision that first semester and then winter semester came. Things stayed the same and all my friends said Ben would propose and I would get married that semester. That worried me because I still wasn't sure if I was following the spirit or my emotions. As the semester wrapped up and finals got close I couldn't take it anymore. I was in my room studying and I remember as I thought about all these things the room felt dark and stressfull. I decided I would pray and I felt to tell the Lord that my decision would be to marry Ben if he asked me. I closed my prayer and stood up. At first the room felt dark still, but then suddenly everything felt peaceful and bright. I knew my answer. I have looked back to this prayer throughout my marriage. Marriage is tough work sometimes,especially at the beginning when two people learn to think of the unite rather than themselves. I sometimes question my ability to hear and recognize promptings, but I never questioned tht answer because it was so dramatic. I always knew from that day that the choice to marry Ben was the right one. It has blessed my life and my marriage. I am grateful thenLord knows the kinds of answers and promptings to give me that will be a strength to me my whole life.

Spiritual Strength Part 2

This is a much more recent experience. About a year ago when I began to potty train Brenna I noticed one day after she had used the potty that she had a bulge in her groin on the left side.  It was quite large, walnut sized, and I knew something wasn't right.  I called Ben to come take a look at it, but by the time he came it had disappeared. 

I called her pediatrician up and described it to him and said I thought it was probably a hernia because I didn't know what else would cause a bulge like that without being painful.  Brenna did not act like she was in any pain even when I poked the bulge.  The pediatrician agreed it sounded like a hernia and referred me straight to a pediatric surgeon without first seeing Brenna. 

We went to the appointment with the pediatric surgeon.  At this point I had seen the bulge twice, but only when Brenna was straining and standing at the same time.  Of course at the doctor's office she didn't strain so he didn't see the bulge, but said that from my description it was a hernia.  When babies develop in the womb they start out developing the same and then at a certain point the sex organs specialize.  For boys they descend into the groin area and develop into testes.  For girls they remain in the abdomen and become ovaries.  The small holes through which the testes descend as they develop are present in both boys and girls, but they close up naturally except for a small percentage that remain open, resulting in a hernia later on. He said that since Brenna was over 2 years old it was very unlikely that the hole would close up on its own now so she would need surgery.  Even though the bulge was not causing pain or problems now if left untreated it could result in serious problems.  So we decided to have the problem surgically fixed.

The doctor made the arrangements with our insurance to have the surgery and the date was scheduled.  As the surgery day got closer I became worried that I hadn't seen the bulge again.  I worried that maybe it wasn't really a hernia and it would be a needless surgery.  Like I was one of those people who wants attention and puts their child through needless surgery to get it.  Then the insurance called to say they had denied the claim because the doctor had not actually seen the hernia so they didn't think there was enough evidence to warrant the procedure.

Now I really began to doubt myself.  The insurance didn't believe there was a hernia.  No one had seen it but me and I hadn't seen it for a couple weeks.  The doctor spoke with the insurance company and convinced them surgery was necessary and they approved it so we proceeded, but still I worried.  What if they opened Brenna up and nothing was wrong.  I really doubted that I had seen the bulge, that it had been as large as I remembered.  It is amazing how quickly I doubted what my own eyes had seen when others questioned it. I really wanted to know that I had not just made something up.  The day before the surgery I was giving Brenna a bath and I saw the bulge again and it was just as big as I remember.  I was reassured that I had seen it, it was real, and I was so grateful the Lord gave me that extra witness to help my confidence.  When the surgery was completed the surgeon said the hernia was quite large and it was a good thing to have it fixed.

Through this experience I came to realize in part why we don't build our testimonies on miracles or things that we see or have proven to us.  I doubted my eyes within just a couple weeks.  I'm so glad my testimony is founded on spiritual witnesses that I can't doubt.  The spirit speaks to my spirit in a way I don't forget and I don't second guess and I don't deny.

I also have a greater appreciation for people who stand by their testimonies in the face of opposition.  Joseph Smith as a young boy was ridiculed and questioned and criticized by learned men seemingly far superior to him in intellect and knowledge and yet he did not waver in his conviction of what he had seen.  I was questioned by the insurance company and I wavered, but then again mine wasn't a spiritual manifestation.  I hope in my testimony I will be firm and unafraid as Joseph and stand true to what I know in the face of any opposition.

Last, I am grateful for the mercy of God to let me have another witness when I faltered and doubted.  He is so merciful and gives us so abundantly when we are in need.  

Spiritual Strength Part I

Certain things have happened over the last three years and as I try to look forward I feel the need to regroup spiritually.  I need to remember things that have happened to me in the past.  So my next few posts are going to be a retelling of some of the pivotal spiritual points and lessons in my life so I can remember and have a renewal of hope.

Have you ever had a dream where everyone can do something except you?  I have, several times.  In my dreams everyone can fly, but no matter how hard I try I only hover a few inches for a few seconds and then fall back to earth.  I am doing everything right in my dream so I should be able to fly, but I'm just not able to do it. 

As a young teenager this is how I felt about personal revelation.  I felt somehow everyone else could receive it, but for some reason I wasn't capable.  I was reading the Book of Mormon and I wanted to put Moroni's promise to the test.  I just didn't believe I could receive an answer, though.  I think in my own way I was preparing myself to lessen the disappointment of no answer coming.  I firmly believed my parents had received answers and could receive revelation and the prophet and apostles too.  I just didn't think I qualified somehow. 

Well, when I got to the end of the Book of Mormon I reread Moroni 10:4-5 and knelt to pray.  Nothing.  It was kind of a self-fulfilling thing since I had anticipated nothing.  I didn't give up because the idea of God not being real was too frightening to me so I continued through the motions.  I knew from my study of the Book of Mormon that if I wanted my seed to grow I needed to nurture it.  So I continued to pray each night and I started reading the Book of Mormon again.  For months I didn't receive any answer and I really believed it was because I just could receive personal revelation. 

One night I decided to pray first and then read my scriptures.  I was really frustrated and confused because I knew I needed my own testimony but if I was incapable of gaining one what would I do.  Again I felt nothing as I concluded my prayer and I began to read my scriptures.  I was in Alma chapter 32. The minute I read verse 27 I was changed. 

"But behold, if ye will awake and arouse your faculties, even to an experiment upon my words, and exercise a particle of faith, yea, even if ye can no more than desire to believe, let this desire work in you, even until ye believe in a manner that ye can give place for a portion of my words." 

I have never had a scripture affect me so.  It was as if Alma wrote it just for me.  All I had was my desire to believe, I no longer had an expectation of an answer, but I wanted to believe and I had given place for his words.  As I read the scripture I realized that the only qualifying thing I needed to have was this sincere desire and I had it so I could receive revelation.  In that moment I literally felt arms of love wrapped around me and I knew God loved me and had heard my prayers all along.  He had waited until I had read back to this scripture to answer them.  Why?  I think it is because of the powerful lessons I learned through this experience, lessons that have become more profound to me now.

First, I know God hears my prayers and indeed they are answered in His time.  Second, many answers come through diligent reading of the scriptures.  What would have happened had I given up before reaching Alma 32:27 a second time?  I wonder how God felt as I read along and prayed and He knew I just needed to get a little further.  Third, sometimes we are prompted to do things differently and don't even  know it.  I always prayed after my scripture reading, but not that night.  Fourth, I know God loves me.  I felt it reaffirmed in my heart that night and I have remembered it ever since.  In times of doubt when other things seem dim and hard to recall, I grope in my mind and heart for something solid to build upon and I come back to that night.  I know what I felt.  Fifth, I am capable and qualified to receive revelation.  I don't have to be someone special in the church.  I am a daughter of God and lived with Him before I came to earth.  I have a relationship with Him that extends before my mortal birth and therefore I can have a relationship with Him here on earth and all I need to do is sincerely desire it.  A great comfort because sometimes I feel that is all I have.

I have had other experiences that have reaffirmed some of these lessons to me like The Parable of the Dignitet.  I am grateful for the Lord's mercy to me in letting me feel again and learn again things that I already know.  In the darkest of times it is comforting to feel anew that He cares and has been present through my whole life.  I hope Alma knows how blessed I am because of his words. 

Leap Day!

It happens once every four years so to make it special I  made some new skirts for the girls.  Lauren got the frog skirt because she shares my love of frogs.  Brenna is more of a kitty girl so we went and picked out some fabric.  The only kitty fabric at Walmart was Hello Kitty, but this print happens to have strawberries on it, Brenna's other favorite thing.  I really hope she wears this skirt to church with enthusiasm.  Spencer is playing "Where's Waddle" in these pictures.  For Valentine's Day the kids got little Beanie Babies and Spencer's was this little penguin.  He loves small things so it's perfect.  If only there were a museum of miniatures close by.

Here is a picture of Spencer and his smile.  I always wanted to lose my two front teeth like this, but it didn't happen.  the largest gap I ever had in my mouth was one tooth big.  Lucky duck!

The Parable of The Dignitet

For Christmas this year my parents got me a dignitet from Ikea.  It is a curtain wire that you mount on the wall to hang curtains but can also be used to display artwork, etc.  I was really excited about it, envisioning the kids school projects, primary papers, cards, etc. that would be hung from it. 

The kit did not come with any screws so Ben and I had to make a trip to a hardware store to buy some. I brought the kit along with me so I could be sure and get the right size screw.  Once we got home from our errands, about 2 hours later, I couldn't find the kit anywhere and surmised I must have left it in the shopping cart when we left.

I was upset that I would have forgotten to get it out and the thought came to me that I should pray to find it.  I didn't kneel down at the moment to pray, but I had a prayer in my heart that I would find the kit and that it would be found at home.  After checking the car twice it was clear it wasn't at home.  I called up the hardware store and the employee who answered said no one had turned in something left in a cart.  She even went to check the carts in the return section and didn't find anything.  She said she would call if anything turned up.

I needed to pick up the kids from school soon so decided I would run over to the hardware store and retrace my steps.  When I got there I retraced my steps and enlisted the help of two employees.  Within minutes of asking for their help one employee found three pieces of the kit in a shopping cart with a store circular, I found two pieces on the floor by the cart return, and the second employee found the remainder of the kit on a shelf full of furnace filters.  I was overjoyed to have the kit back and surprised all the pieces were accounted for so quickly. 

Had I not gone down to the hardware store I'm sure the pieces would have been eventually found but separated as they were, the employees would have no way of knowing they belonged together.  I would never have seen my dignitet again. 

I was reminded that the reason I teach my children to pray to Heavenly Father when they are sad, need help, or scared is because He is real and listens to those prayers.  It seems silly that I was so upset about losing this kit, but it was important to me.  I am important to Heavenly Father and since the kit was important to me it was also important to Him.  I'm grateful for the gentle reminder that Heavenly Father is aware of me and hears my prayers even when they are about simple, silly things I've lost.  It comforts me to know He listens to my prayers about the bigger things in my life as well.

Christmas Recap

Here are a whole bunch of pictures from Christmas morning and a few words to go along with them.

My sister in law, Eileen, made this little hut for Spencer.  Ben's family tradition is to pick a name of a family member to make a handmade Christmas Eve gift for them.  Spencer loves his little hut.  It's pretty awesome.  The other kids like it as well.  We set it up for Spencer Christmas Eve and after everyone else had gone to bed I peeked in on Spencer and saw his silhouette in the tent with his flashlight.  I asked if he wanted to sleep in the hut and he said "No, I'm just showing Dopey the hut."  He loves his little Dopey action figure.

Lauren has been begging me for some fingerless gloves so I knit up a pair.  I used a wrist warmer pattern I have and then just improvised the finger openings.  It works but the fingers are a tad snug.

Spencer likes Scooby Doo and his favorite colors are green and brown.  Ben found this in his Black Friday adventures.  I asked him to look for one at Walmart while he was there and when he got there everything was gone and a disaster.  He got there about 2 am, by the way.  As he was walking through the store, though, he found this sweat shirt abandoned on a shelf.  Just happens to be Spencer's size and Scooby Doo.  What luck and he didn't need to fight anyone to get it!

Brenna loves her Unicorn Pee Wee.

Spencer and Lauren love their Pee Wees as well.  Last year they asked Grandma and Grandpa Stanley for Pillow Pets and this year Pee Wees.  My kids are such suckers for advertising.

Brenna just looks so sweet in this photo right before we started opening presents.  Never mind the crazed, hysterical, sugared up, over-tired melt downs to come.

Santa brought Brenna a set of Strawberry Shortcake dolls.  She couldn't open the box so she took it over to daddy.  He got the box open pretty fast but all the dolls were tied in and their hair was all attached to these comb things, kind of like some torture restraint.  Anyway, it was slow going once the box was open and Brenna couldn't take it.  She grabbed at the box yelling, "Let me do it!" 

This is the note that came with Spencer's gift he made at school.  Too bad the flash took out all the words.  It said "Dear mom and dad, Thank you for all the video games and toys you will get me."  What a stinker!!!

Grandma Snow made a Big Green Monster for Spencer's 6th birthday.  Brenna really wanted one and suddenly she got a pink one for her birthday.  Lauren felt left out and we thought she'd have to wait until her birthday to get one.  Grandma Snow knew she couldn't wait so here is her blue monster for Christmas.  The minute Brenna saw the blue monster she ran upstairs and got her pink monster so that they could meet.

Angry birds are very popular in our house.  Grandma and Grandpa Snow sent these bean bag ones, Grandma and Grandpa Stanley gave the kids plush ones that fit on top of pencils, and Santa brought cat toy angry birds with a little pouch for catnip because he's so cheap.

Uncle Andrew gave a gift the parents would "love and hate and the kids would just love."  Love it we did.  I  managed to hide it away and eat some alone before I was discovered.  Now they are all gone.  Sadness!  Andrew said he had quite the time finding them after he first saw them and only managed to find one smuggled away on a shelf in the clearance section of Kmart.  Perhaps someone else was saving it there.  Oh well, we enjoyed it for them.

I crocheted Spencer some amigurumi Chu Chus for Link to battle.  Somewhere there is a blue one.

This is a find and seek bag Grandma Snow made for Brenna.  It is full of little pellets that hide all kinds of objects to seek.  Brenna thought it was a pillow at first.  She reads the list like it is a recipe.  "Mommy, let's see what we need first."  Very handy for church.

The gingerbread house was demolished right after church.  Lauren is wearing the dress I made her for Christmas.  Very Hanukkah colorings but I thought they were pretty.

Link barely survived the storm of sugar crazed kids that leveled Outset Island.  The pigs were not so lucky.

Well, that was our Christmas.  Hope you enjoyed the visual journal.