Happy birthday to me...a couple days late, since
someone had to go and get appendicitis... Anyway, the flowers from my sweet friend and the ice cream pie I made were still fresh enough for the late celebration.
Here are some Christmas morning pictures. (They got new jammies and robes this year.) The plan was to just look through the stockings before getting ready to leave at 8:30 for church, but they all got up early enough (hooray) to open all the gifts, too.
We had made and decorated gingerbread cookies on Saturday, in order to have some for Santa that night. For previous years, we've taken a treat to the local fire station and police station during the week before Christmas, but a lot of things got put off this year (since
someone had to go and get appendicitis... [Despite these comments, I really am not upset about it; his timing was actually pretty perfect, if you have to go and get appendicitis.]). But since we had the cookies finally made, and all the presents open already, we packed up a couple gift boxes of the cookies and took them over to the fire station right after church. It was so great! The firemen were so appreciative. We meant to just quickly drop them off and leave, but they invited us back for a tour of the station, and let the kids climb on the truck and get stickers and all sorts of fun things. We were there for about an hour. We then tried to take some to the police station, but the office was closed, and we didn't want to go knocking on back doors where we didn't belong, so...we ate those ones.
Later in the week, since the weather was so beautiful, I took the kids to the Dallas Zoo. This was the view while we ate lunch:
These goats (below) are fairly new. They named them after cities in Texas, and the spotted one (which you can barely see, since it moved as I took the picture) is the one named after our town. Caytie looks wary, since she had just seen what happens after goats eat a lot of food. We thought some were pregnant, but the goat girl told us that they are just fat from eating too much.
A peaceful moment, after I made them stop throwing dirt into the tank:
I was pleased that we had a good day at the zoo, even without everyone's favorite guy along. We really missed Ben, but the kids really stepped up for me, and my 23-week pregnant body. (We had a much needed talk about quickly obeying and buddies before we even left the car.)
Speaking of buddies, these two had a lot of fun in the costume box one afternoon. I love the angry eyebrows. Can you tell that Tessa is smiling under there?
Anyone want to come play with us?