Friday, January 28, 2011

A White Christmas



























































































































































































We had such a fun Christmas. It is my favorite time of year, and having kids makes it even more special. We had a little friend join our house hold this year to help "motivate" Finn to be a good boy in time to earn his Christmas goods. The Elf on the Shelf is an elf figurine that you can put around your house to watch your kids during the day. At night the elf travels to report back to Santa whether the child has been naughty or nice. Finn named his elf "Sharkfin" and would be sure to be on his best behavior whenever he knew he was watching.
I had two weeks off to spend with my babies, and it wasn't nearly long enough. I had so much fun getting to stay home with them. We visited Santa at the mall (which brought lots of tears from Sloane), looked at Christmas lights, and made Christmas cookies.

Erin came in town on Christmas Eve and helped us make cookies for Santa. We watched "Its' a Wonderful Life", which Finn actually enjoyed.
On Christmas morning, Rick's family came over to watch Finn get his big present. When Finn woke up, he came downstairs to his new puppy. It was his one wish from Santa, and Santa delivered- under the guidance of Sharkfin, of course! It took a minute for everything to process for him,but he was so excited once he started to wakeup. Finn had originally planned on naming any puppy he might get Pillow Pet. Needless to say, this was not our preferred name. We suggested that he think of some more fitting names. He decided to name his little bulldog Tugboat. It's pretty fitting. Sloane is still getting used to Tugboat. he likes to nibble on hands, and she is having none of that. I'm sure she will grow to love him.

We spent the rest of the day eating, opening presents, and playing games with Rick's family, Erin, my mom, and Will. It was a great time.
The next day we left to meet up with my dad in Flagstaff. Tugboat stayed at home with B'Kay. I was really nervous about flying with Sloane, but she actually slept most of the time. We met up with my dad and went to my Aunt Margo and Uncle Mark's house in Flagstaff. We got to eat dinner with my four cousins, who we don't get to see very often. The next day my dad took myself, Finn, Sloane, Erin, Leslie, and Patrick to a sledding park. It was a lot of fun and surprisingly, not too cold. Finn had a blast going down the hills with Patrick. Sloane even went down a small hill with me. Rick was skiing with Conor and Patrick on the Snowbowl Mountain.

Later that night, everybody went to downtown Flagstaff to shop, play pool, and eat at a cool little burger joint. It was a very short trip,but it was great seeing everyone and getting to have a White Christmas. Finn is definitely a cold weather boy, and loved every minute of it.

Friday, January 21, 2011

Future Fly Girl

10 months old




I'm unforgivably behind on my blogs. Sloane is now 11 months, but I wanted to post her 10 month pictures. The stickers that we attach to her shirts that show how many months old she is, are no longer staying on. As soon as Sloane spots one on her shirt, she rips it off. The same goes for headbands, hats, or any other type of accessory I try to put on her. I have a feeling Sloane might be a little bit of a tomboy. She hates getting dressed in new outfits, and would much rather wear nothing at all. She refuses to wear shoes, also. She is a little bit of a bruiser.


She does like to play with my makeup, but that manly involves rubbing it all over some recently cleaned surface in the house.


Baby Budgie is walking all over the place, and very quickly too. She used to look like a zombie when she is walking, but she is losing that a little bit. She has started dancing to music, and likes to "dip low". It's pretty cute.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Walking

Sloane walks like a pro these days. Here is one of the first videos of her walking- at 9 and a half months.