A Sneaking Suspicion

Do you ever get the feeling that your cat is out to get you?

 He regularly attacks me or darts between my feet when I enter a room and most evenings pretends to be in a lovey mood only to turn his head 180 degrees and suddenly try to bite my hand off. That I've seen before, so it hasn't really concerned me. But last night? He actually tried to trip me while I was jogging on the treadmill. Yeah, here I am sweating my face off and trying desperately to keep one foot in front of the other when, out of nowhere, comes these tiny little paws batting at my feet.

Looking down while on the treadmill is never a good idea (at least not for me), but I was thankfully able to regain my awkward gait and stay upright. I swear I heard the cat let out an evil little meow (was that his version of  MUAHAHAHA?!) before scrambling out of the garage. 

The scary part is that, had he succeeded, no one would have ever thought to blame the cat as I'm already clumsy enough on my own accord. This must be part of his plan, you guys...

pics on Sodahead

Help. Me.

Twas a Merry Christmas

Well, Christmas has come and gone and I have to say... Santa did not disappoint this year. We had one very happy little boy that not only received his big, BIG FIRE TRUCK! But also a big, BIG GARBAGE TRUCK! He got to open presents at four different houses and was basically just lavished with gifts, mostly of the vroom vroom variety. The kid? He made out good. 

All of the excitement, of course, got to him in the end. He slept right through Christmas dinner and then woke up in the foulest of moods. One should never wake a sleeping child. It isn't pretty. Oh, and he also now thinks that any and all gifts within his reach, wrapped or otherwise, belong to him. He will absolutely snatch a present out of your hands and tear all of the wrapping paper off before you have time to even think about stopping him. Once he comes to the conclusion that what's inside the box isn't actually for him, he'll toss it back in your general direction."Heeeere!" Isn't that... cute?! No? Okay, we'll work on it.

Now, who's up for video/pictures?! 

 Santa came!?

 Gasp! He ate the cookies and drank the milk!

 Check the stocking. His great grandmother made it last year. Too cute.

 "Christmas moooomie!"

 Continuing the yearly ornament tradition. Mickey Mouse in Space!

 He wanted to get in the stocking...

  

 "CARS!"

 Saved his trucks for last. He was one happy boy!

Christmas donuts. Yum!

 Enjoying a goodie he got from daycare.

Checking out his new camera... think he's a little young for this one. Mostly taking pictures of the carpet.

 Cute though!

At Oma &Opa's house with his new dump truck!

 Trying out his "brand new" big wheel!

 Passed out during Christmas dinner. Must have been his gift to me... eating in peace!

 After he was so rudely awakened. 

 The art station couldn't pull him out of his funk, but the scooter did!

 Trying out the new soccer ball and net.

 Pouty face.

 Such form!

Such attitude!

More pouting. Someone dared to take the ball from him. The horror!

So, now that that's that, we've got family coming into town tonight/tomorrow for the New Year. My SIL had the nerve to go and get pregnant again, so I have no idea if we're actually going out this weekend or if I am going to spend this NYE like the last couple of years... asleep in my bed.  Either way, I'm looking forward to the three day weekend and watching the cousins play!

Santa's Calling

When I was a kid, a family friend used to call us each year pretending to be Santa. In fact, he would still call and pretend to be Santa even after I'd stopped believing... and also in the middle of summer. It's a fun memory and a tradition that my sister and I both wanted to create for Haeden. Her husband jumped at the chance to play the role of good ol' St. Nick and we staged a call Thursday night.

We had to do a little planning for this, of course. I needed to change the picture and name that would pop up on my cell phone. I knew that if he saw Auntie Robyn's name and/or face, the ruse would be  up.We also had to make sure there wouldn't be a lot of distractions because we all know how short a 2.5 year-old's attention span can be, don't we?! Also, I wanted to film it. And I think I'll have to continue to film each year's call so that we can compare his different reactions.

Take a little lookesy...

Have you ever heard a more SOUTHERN Santa Claus?! I think not! I love how Haeden immediately starts telling him that he wants a big, BIG FIRE TRUCK with a LADDER and then reminding him that he saw him the other day in person. Oh, and the fact that he basically talks over "Santa" the entire time. Welcome to my world, folks. He sure can talk, but isn't so much into listening just yet.

I absolutely cannot wait for Christmas morning. I think Dan and I are more excited than he is... Okay, I KNOW we are!  Happy Holidays!

Our Christmas Card Photo

Embrace the Camera w/ Special Guest... Santa!

Last weekend we took Haeden to see Santa. We have been talking Santa up for weeks now. Haeden was beyond excited. He professed his love for Santa about three hundred times on the drive over. I thought for sure that this year we'd get a big grin when it was time to sit on the fat man's lap so that he could tell him he wanted a "big, BIG FIRE TRUCK. WITH A LADDER!!!" 

Buuut, no such luck. He was still bouncing aroud with anticipation as we waited for our name to be called (no lines = genius and was the reason we chose to skip the mall this year).

 Ohh, the sweetness. Too bad it doesn't ever last long...

 

Excitement = fake smiles for the camera.

 And then it was our turn. I walked him up there and he was grinning the whole way until we got about two feet in front of Santa. At that point, he became very unsure and grabbed onto my leg for dear life. Santa coaxed him up onto his lap, but he remained cautious and refused to smiile until he got down and was pointed towards the candy canes. Then, of course, he yelled goodbye and waved to Santa as he walked away.

Shy boy. Actually, now that I think about it, this is the same face he makes when he is peeing...

Alllmost a smile.

And theeeeen, I accidentally broke the candy cane while trying to open it for him and he threw a tantrum in the middle of the courtyard.  No amount of, "Dude, Santa is watching you RIGHT NOW!!!" could coax him out of the fit of despair he was thrown into when his candy cane was no longer, in his mind, considered BIG. Complete and utter meltdown, I tell you. The horror. The horror!

 I think we'll get him to smile next year. One of these years we'll get him to smile. I'm adding it to my bucket list. I don't care if he's 15, the kid will smile with Santa! hahaha