Sundogs Game

For family night we took the kids to their first hockey game.

Did you know Taylor and I met at a hockey game? I spent most of that night mad at him for being such a jerk when we were introduced. He now claims that he was a jerk because I grabbed his inner thigh and it made him uncomfortable.  I see a flaw in this excuse for two reasons, 1) Why the heck would I grab his inner thigh the night I met him and 2) What twenty-one year old male would not like a young girl grabbing his inner thigh the first time she met him!  Obviously, we got over that and since then have spent many-a-date night yelling "Hey Goalie, you suck!" at hockey games. (Umm....Hello...what else do you do in a small town in North Dakota?)

The kids had a great time and got to see three fights. Parker thought adults cheering while the players fought was sooooo funny....Abby not so much. (I thought fighting was bad, mom?) Lucy spent the night playing with the free noise makers we got.

Superbowl Sunday

This is how we spent Superbowl Sunday this year.....

The entire family (minus myself....he, he....) was sick. Parker fell asleep on our tile. I kindly added blankets and his pillow pet to help his sick little body from feeling even worse after sleeping on the hard ground. Just plain sad....

Rocket Man

Parker got a model rocket for Christmas. Last Saturday, it was finally warm enough  to "blast" it, something Parker has been wanting to do for weeks. .Not sure who liked it more, Taylor or the kids.  (And if you are wondering why I have less photos of Parker than anyone else, its because he has inherited his fathers lack of appreciation of cameras....meaning, he will prevent me taking a photo of him at all costs. I cant even tell you how many photos I have of Taylor flipping the camera off, so I wont post him to the blog...Ugh! At least Parker hasn't figured that one out yet.)

3-2-1- blastoff!!!!

Happy New Year!

We woke up the day before New Years Eve to frozen pipes and a blanket of white. (It reached negative temps during the night at our house...a record for Prescott.) Taylors office closed during the bad conditions so we celebrated our "extra holiday" with a family snowball fight in the back yard.

Lucy will smile for the camera now. Eyes closed, nose scrunched.

Ooh! Snowball to the eye. Sorry bud!

Started out liking the snow....and then realized it was cold!

This girl gives no mercy during a snowball fight, but always has time to pose for the camera.

The Plastic Cup Phase

9 years of marriage....

Its funny to look back and think of all you have been through. The different "phases" of your lives. "The Friend Phase," "The Dating Phase," "The Newly-Wed Phase," "The Baby Phase."

If I had to define us now, I would say we are in  "The Plastic Cup Stage." Why is that? Well, because we only have plastic cups in our cupboards. Every cup made of any other material has been broken, and we gave up on having anything else. We have finally adjusted to our herd of children and realized not everything is going to be perfect all the time, but does it really matter?

So cheers to nine years of marital bliss and the "Plastic Cup Phase." Bring it on, baby!

Christmas Morning

 Christmas morning this year may never be topped. We are a house full of believers, and nothing is more exciting than the magic of Santa these days.

My Christmas Present to Myself

 

Had to include a "put it together shot." Dont you love how I include morning photos of Taylor but not myself.

 

Polar Express

As most Arizonans know, the Grand Canyon Railway in Williams does "Polar Express" runs November through January.  Based upon the book, the train takes you to the North Pole to visit Santa all along stuffing you with cookies, hot chocolate, and Christmas Carols. We again, had so much fun this year, and the best part was that my parents were able to tag along. The smiles on my parents faces as they watched the kids was almost as fun as watching the kids themselves.

After "visiting" (I use that loosely as you can only look out the train windows) the North Pole, Santa boards the train to greet the kids and gives them their magical sleigh bells. Taylor insists to us that he cant hear them, that they are broken...but the rest of us hear them loud and clear. Thank you to the Nobles for making this happen.