Christmas Eve with friends, sisters and babies

Today was a very good Christmas Eve. The Saunders came over for lunch and the boys had lots of fun decorating train cakes and running around. Tonight we headed over to Ashley's house for a little family party. I was so excited to get to see Jonah again, and to see him next to Corgan. They are exactly one month apart to the day. Jonah is so cute, and gave my dad some really great giggles. Babies have always loved my dad; he has a magical touch. It was great to see my nieces and nephews, but especially my sisters. I love them both so much and it's always a highlight of my day when we can be together. Here are a few pictures Amy sent to me from her camera. I'll post some more later when I download ours and I know Ashley will be posting more as well. Ewan was running around most of the night, so no pictures of him yet, but I know Bryce got some. Now at our house, Santa has come and gone, Bryce is crashed on the couch, and I am probably more excited than the boys to get up in the morning and see their little faces and open their presents. I won't be getting much sleep.

Big giggles for Grandpa from Jonah.

Fynn was stationed here for a lot of the night.

Corgan on the left with Jonah on the right. Too much cuteness for one room, I say.

Jonah and Corgan, looking like they've been on a bender.

Swapping babies.

There's Chloe!

Ashley, me and Amy. I'm actually not that tall, I was wearing my "Hollywood shoes."

Ashley seeing what it's like to be Angelina Jolie.

Merry Christmas

Two new babies

Corgan is two months old today! Sorry for the blurry images; I'm not a photographer.


And although you can't really call a tablecloth a "baby," those who know me know I love my prints and colors. We found this tablecloth at Linens 'n Things for 80% off. I think I'm in love with it. It goes well, at least in Kelli-land. The fairies approve, at least.

More Ewanisms

I hope you don't get sick of these, I certainly never do.  We've had a hard time lately with Ewan not wanting to go to church and throwing a huge fit before we have to leave.  It's been quite ugly, but luckily there is comic relief.  Yesterday, during his fit, in an effort to get him excited, I told him, "We'll be singing Christmas songs all during Sacrament today!"  He wailed and said he didn't want to sing Christmas songs.  Bryce went to another ward today to stand in on a baby's blessing, and he ended up bringing Ewan with him.  Bryce said that in the car, Ewan started singing Christmas songs, sang out a "Glo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ria!" and then said, "There, we had church in the car, let's go home!"

Christmas Card

Any given year, I am incredibly lazy when it comes to sending out cards.  Some years I do them all, some years I give up halfway through.  It's not that I don't love and appreciate you all, I'm just plum lazy.  So this year, with a new baby in the house, I laughed at myself when the thought of even trying to send some out entered my head.  So here it is, my Christmas card.  Imagine this image on the outside (thanks for the ornament, Mary Ann) and open the card.  Inside it will say:  Have a very Coca-Cola Christmas.  Love, the Taylors.

Warning...

... depending on who you are and how you feel, this post will contain a word that you may not like.  It's not a curse word, but some people see it as one, and it's not one you want to hear come out of your child's mouth.  Unfortunately, I say it a lot.  

Yesterday morning, Bryce went to work a little late, so he was with us for breakfast.  It would have been quite nice if Ewan hadn't decided to make it the morning of tantrums, screaming, crying, whining, yelling... you name it.  It was quite bad, and at one point I said, "Ewan, I just don't understand what is going on.  Why are you so upset?"  

He whirled around and screamed at the top of his lungs, "Because everything you say PISSES ME OFF!!!!"

Unfortunately, we laughed.  Hard.  I may have snorted.

Dear Weather,

38 degrees and 39 degrees one day only to move on up to 74 is unacceptable.  Please stop.  You are wreaking havoc on my body and on my head.  My children don't know whether to start hunting for Easter eggs or waiting for Santa.  Pick a degree and stay within a ten degree range.  We'll all appreciate it.

Thanks,

Kelli