our elf on a shelf

My mom started a tradition last year, where she gives Declan a pair of Christmas PJ's.  This year I happened to be at her house when they came and well we both couldn't resist and ended up using them for my parent's Christmas card.  Oh the truth this card speaks!

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breakfast with santa 2014

We had Breakfast with Santa this past weekend.  I'll let Declan tell you his thoughts on it...

I feel like we entered a rite of parenting passage with the crying Santa picture.

Don't let the kid fool you thought...it wasn't all filled with tears.  Forget the Santa, we we're all about the large never-ending breakfast.  He sat and ate, all while keeping a good eye on the big guy.

This was our second year to do this...you can travel back to last years experience here.  I will say this one was way better over last year and not just because Declan was more aware, but because this Santa was actually old enough to walk up to rent-a-car and rent a car.  It's the little things that make this time of year magical you know?

oh pug

I was always under the impression that dogs slowed down as they aged.  

Until I met pug.  

Nine years y'all...nine years of these shenanigans of his.

I don't know if I was really that surprised when the other day I walked back into the kitchen after changing Declan and discovered pug had pulled off a sack of flour (in a ziploc bag) from the shelf off the pantry and then tore into it.  And I guess either him or his faithful watch dog (Landry) ran around leaving little flour paw prints all over my wood floors.  It took forever to clean this up.

Who wants a pug for Christmas?

we gobbled then we wobbled

Yeah so I realize Thanksgiving was almost two weeks ago, but I figured since this seemed to be my kid's favorite holiday so far (we had him at food) I should get this day posted.  We had Thanksgiving with my side on Thursday and then headed to boy's side for Thanksgiving on Friday.  This carb loving kid was all over this.

He was more then ready to eat by this point.

Big Daddy gave him a hammer to tide him over.  Big Daddy and boy are playing toss with the stuffed Winnie the Pooh (poor pooh)!

A tradition my parent's started with me when I was young was that you write a letter to Santa on Thanksgiving and then put it outside the door and he comes by in the middle of the night to collect the letters.  We started last year with Declan.  I filled in his letter this year.  Declan's always saying num nums for food and knew that had to be on his list, but boy and I had a disagreement between is he actually saying yum yums or num nums so I compromised and put both.  Then we put the letter for Santa in the window sill.

On Friday we spent a good portion of the day outside at boy's Aunt's enjoying the beautiful weather, but also playing with the dog.  Declan is all about dogs these days and one that chases a basketball was mind blowing for him.  I guess he wasn't accustomed to being around a dog that didn't sleep on the sofa all day ha!

Hope everyone had a relaxing and yummy Thanksgiving too!