New Cyclist

Gary's training wheels kept rotating up, and he had to keep having Daddy fix them. Finally, he told Daddy, "Just take them off!" We've never had a three-year-old cyclist before, so he had to ask a few times. Finally, Daddy took them off, and a short lesson later, Gary was riding on his own! Does more biking mean less mischief? I hope so!

Hair

Bouffant updo,

Or bushy bedhead?

You decide.

MAH-ah-AHM!

Don't take pictures of me with my hair like this!

November, so far.

November has flown.

I haven't posted much, but life has certainly been going ahead full speed.

Lexi has begun volleyball.
Lillian has too. They are both awesome.

Flag football has started for Samuel.
He caught an interception yesterday. Yeah!

Chad was the substitute coach yesterday morning.

Lex was my photographer, and I love the look she caught on his face.

Samuel also had his Thanksgiving play at school.

He was Abraham Lincoln.

Eden lost her first tooth.

Gary thrashed the bathroom.

That toilet contains two tubes of toothpaste and a Frisbee -- under, of course, a fair amount of TP that was, well, yellow.

Also, just in case you're curious, Gary's list of misdemeanors this week includes such things as burying a chunk of wood for me to find in our dinner casserole, and putting all five puppies in an empty food bag and weighing down the end so they couldn't get out. Just a few highlights.

Sage won't let me fix her hair, but she will let Lex.

So, only on Sat and Sun, when Lexi is home in the mornings, does Sage look "done-up".

All of the kids have been enjoying the puppies.

We put them up for sale this week, and it has been bittersweet to think of them leaving.

So, that's what we've been up to lately.

How about you?

Loved

I have the best visiting teachers in the world.

Really.

Connie Mortensen, and her daughter, Cortnie Villezcas.

This is what they did for me in October.

All across every window in the front of my house.

And I love it.

Then this week, I MENTIONED on Facebook that I was wanting to get some new Christmas music, and the next day, Connie and her other daughter, Esther, on their way to paint more windows, were at my door, CD's in hand.

Also, this week, my family has dined and breakfasted on pizza that was delivered spur-of-the moment one evening, curtesy of the Mortensen clan.

Oh, I feel loved.

Thank you!