Had to share this.

This is Reese playing Star Wars Legos on the Wii. He was really in to it.

Merry Christmas!

I have tried to resize my header three times. Sorry it is so big but I can't bring myself to keep trying.

I hope everyone has a joyous and wonderful Merry Christmas!

Pizza with Santa.

We had a great time at church on Tuesday evening. Some of the young mothers get together every year and host crafts and pizza, and then a visit with Santa.

Reese was working hard on decorating his cookie.

This was Reese's reaction when Santa came in!

Brooks and Austin with Santa and Mrs. Claus.

Best friends forever!

Visit with Santa

We got to visit with Santa not too long ago, before he becomes really busy with deadlines and last minute preparations for his Christmas Eve flight.

Sadly, right before we went to visit with Santa, Brooks and I had the "Santa talk." I knew it would happen at some point, I just didn't expect it to happen as we were walking out the door to go see the big guy himself. The bright side is that now, Brooks is in on the grown up secret!
Telling Santa that he wants a DS for Christmas.


Reese telling Santa that he wants a guitar, power sword, Toy Story 3, and more.
Thanks for the great visit Santa!

I became "that" mom today.

Last night, we got a note home in Reese's folder that said that Reese had been acting ugly during nap time and that his teacher had asked him to be quiet several times etc. It then said he had to move his clip to yellow.
It also said that he seemed happy about it and was showing his friends!!!!
I talked with him a little last night and he was disciplined for acting that way. Brent wrote on the note (that we had to sign and send back) to call us if needed and we would come up there.

Well, today Melany let us know that Reese was not being any better. So, I asked my boss if I could leave and she said sure! She told me I needed to go in the school like a kamikaze! I drove to the school and had him come out in the hallway. He looked like a deer in headlights. He almost looked like for a split second he was happy to see me, until he realized why I was there. I had a long discussion with him in the hallway. I asked him who decided how he would act. He said, "Mrs. H." I said, "No, who decides how Reese is going to act?" He said in a sad voice, "Me."
We talked some more and then I disciplined him.

I don't know if this will make a difference or not. I just remember how I felt as a child. I would have been mortified if my mom or dad drove up to the school and pulled me out of class. I am hoping this is just a phase and he grows out of it. Maybe he can become more like me. I got in trouble at school for day dreaming. At this point, I would take a day dreamer.