Ross Family: Another Christmas post...

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Another Christmas post...

Our Christmas Eve pajamas from Grandma Lisa.

Christmas morning. Don't let this picture fool you, the presents were ridiculous thanks to Gma and Papa Stark, Grandma Nancy, Gma and Papa Ross, Aunt Sarah and Uncle Loren, Aunt Kate and Uncle Ryan and of course Santa. These kids are spoiled rotten!

Our new club house from Aunt Kate and Uncle Ryan. This was a hit!

Appropriately called Ryan's Room. Thanks Uncle Ryan.

Buddy wasn't so sure about it though.

We even had a white Christmas. It snowed hard on Christmas eve and then completely froze all the roads on Christmas day. It took us about 15 minutes to drive the 2 miles to Gma and Papa's house.

Don't eat me, no...

Aunt Sarah and Uncle Loren. Sarah opens presents the right way!

Our now second annual Christmas morning breakfast. Biscuit's and Gravy (hey where in Texas), sausage, bacon, eggs, and french toast.

Hope your holiday was bright.

3 comments:

Willi Nixon said...: your boys are like the ideal christmas age. Everything is so fun and exciting! I wish I got to see them more often; December 30, 2009 at 11:33 PM
Leah said...: Looks like you had a great holiday! K got the same tent and it is a blast. hours of fun!; December 31, 2009 at 6:17 PM
Kristin said...: Ok...seriously, you need to call me. What the ultra-sound on your Christmas card??? Girl are you pregnant? Call me...(405) 760-1565; January 2, 2010 at 12:48 PM

Kindergarten round-up

Tonight we went to kindergarten round-up as we prepare Rendon to start school next year. Here was a conversation had after the event.

John: So Rendon what are you most excited for in kindergarten?

Rendon: Everything!

John: You might get to see Boston in the halls.

Cassie: I'm sure you will see Boston in the halls.

Boston: Or the Bathroom.

Us: laughing???

Boston: Hey I see kindergarteners in the bathroom everyday.

Ha ha ha....

Next conversation.

John: So Rendon which teacher do you think is the prettiest?

Rendon: All of them.

John: Good answer.

Boston: Why did you even ask that?

Dad: Ha ha I don't know.

Boston: That made me feel really weird.

Why didn't I think of that.

No more

As we get ready to put Boston down to bed he runs to our Christmas count down to change the day. He says that he wants it ready to be changed for tomorrow.

Unfortunately we notice that that he is already marked one day ahead (the 8th when today is the 7th). We inform him of this mix up in which he goes into a fit of tears that no we are wrong and it is the 8th today (he's really excited for Christmas).

He keeps this up all the way into his room where his brother is already asleep. John keeps telling him to whisper but he will not. Finally to end it all John says

"Fine Boston we'll just take it down. We'll just take it down because I don't want to add anymore stress to your life."

We were cracking up. Boston immediately stopped crying.

I can do that

We had a long conversation late one night with Boston about what he wanted to be when he grew up.

Engineer ('cause they make lots of money)
Astronaut
Musician
Fire Fighter
Archeologist
Sports player
Police officer

This is where it started getting silly...

Boston: A Jedi Night, but more than the electric guy. The Emperor. I don't know who my father would be though.

John: Wouldn't I be your father?

Boston: No, your not old enough. Well, your almost old enough.
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Boston: A superhero strong guy. I know who I'm thinking of. I'm gonna write it down when I'm 5.

_______________

Boston: I wanna be a wrestler but the kind that you hit like this. (Imitating a boxer)

Mom: Wow, you would be good at that.

Boston: Yeah, really good.

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Boston: Also a painter.

Mom: What would you paint?

Boston: I would paint a big huge picture of a lemonade stand. Then I could sell lemonade and make lots of money.

A 4 year old goodbye

Leaving Evan's home (Boston's 4 year old friend).

John (yelling down into the basement): Boston it's time to go.

Boston: I cant' go.

John: Why not?

Boston: Because Evan won't give me a hug.

John: Evan, give Boston a hug right now. And make it a good one.

Evan: I already gave him a hug. I blew it to him.

Boston: But I want a REAL hug!

John: Boston, how 'bout a high five or a 'hit the rock' or something like that?

Boston: (annoyed) Fine. He's going to give me a hit the rock.

(Boston comes up the stairs with Evan behind him. Evan reaches the top and looks at me with all the disgust and irritation possible in a 4 year old's face)

Evan: Boston bit my finger. (said in a 'He must be punished now' type voice)

John: Boston, did you bite his finger?

Boston: I had too. He wouldn't give me a hug.

Things that go bump in the night...

We're kneeling down to say prayers at Boston's bedside. We ask him to sit up for the prayer. His blankets are so tight he's barely able to move. Realizing that John was leaning on his blanket, John lifts up his arms. A bump and a whimper immediatly followed.

Boston, tugging ferociously to be freed from the restriction, gave one final tug. The lack of resistence sent him crashing into the wall on the other side banging his head. Realizing how funny the situation was Boston laughed while holding his bumped head.