The scissor incident

We have a junk drawer in the kitchen. I'm not embarrassed by it. Most people seem to have one somewhere in their house. By most standards, it is very organized. I even have a divided tray with sections labeled for certain items. I typically know exactly where to find buttons, safety pins, batteries, post-its, matches, tape, pencils, scissors, and any number of other random necessities.

Avery also knows where to find things. Trouble is, she's not quite tall enough to see what she's grabbing for. She found my scissors. We've caught her several times cutting paper into little strips and have sternly told her that scissors are only for mommies and daddies to use and that she may only touch them if we have told her it's okay.

(Side note: Don't panic. She did not cut her hair. We're very lucky. Stop freaking out.)

Lately, Avery has been waking earlier than we care to, so we send her downstairs to play with her dollhouse or watch a cartoon while we get a few extra winks in. Yesterday, Chad got up and headed downstairs to check on her and found her in the kitchen with the scissors. She had raided the refrigerator and found string cheese snacks. But she couldn't get them to tear apart on the perforations, so she employed the use of scissors to cut them apart. The best part? When Chad asked her what she was doing, she said, "I'm cutting the cheese." Priceless.

Reminds me of one of the funniest commercials I've seen. I don't support beer sales, but the folks in the advertising department at Budweiser are comedic geniuses. Enjoy!

Run-in with Santa

Friday night, our little family ventured out to Wal-mart to make an exchange and gather some Christmas items. While circling the parking lot looking for a space, Avery spotted the Salvation Army bell-ringer dressed in a familiar red. "Santa!!!!" she screams. We told her that it might just be someone wearing a Santa hat and she calmed down. We parked and unloaded. As we approached the door, she saw that the bell-ringer had a beard. He let out a deep "Ho, ho, ho!" and she KNEW it was the man himself. He offered a bell for Avery to ring and I don't think she even noticed that he was missing a couple of teeth. Lovely.

We headed inside and did our shopping. After several minutes, Avery stated quite loudly that she needed to go potty. I asked if she could hold it, but she screamed that "my pee pee's coming out!" (That's her new way of telling us that she really needs to go.) Chad offered to take her so I could finish shopping. In a bit, they returned and Chad was grinning from ear to ear. He said, "Avery, tell mommy who we saw in the bathroom." She said, "Santa." Great. Chad again said, "What was he doing?" Avery smiled, "Going potty!" Evidently, when they entered the restroom, Santa had been standing at the urinal. Guess she needs to learn that Santa goes potty too!

Family Christmas Breakfast

I'm just now getting around to posting pictures of the Otter Creek Family Christmas Breakfast. We had a great time. This year's festivities were so well organized. I was much more comfortable this year, too, because I wasn't large and pregnant. Hooray!

Avery and her friend Fenley were showing off their Christmas dresses for us.

Stuart loves Miss Betty!

Avery wrote a letter to Santa Claus. She wants a dollhouse, a bus, a train, a bicycle, and a guitar.

Avery mailed her letter in the North Pole Mailbox.

After two visits to see mall Santas, she was finally comfortable with Mr. Claus and jumped right into his lap for a photo.

Stuart was also quite comfortable in Santa's lap.

Stuart liked the balloons -- and there were PLENTY.

We managed to get a pretty good photo of our life group (sans Kim and Kevin). Amy actually Photoshopped their faces onto Santa and Mrs. Claus and added them to her picture.

Our little family photo may make the Christmas card this year!

Our last stop was the craft room where we made Christmas trail mix and a Christmas tree ornament.

Still giving thanks

Our little family spent the Thanksgiving holiday in Huntsville this year. We trade out Thanksgiving and New Year's each year in either Huntsville or Hickory and then we spend Christmas at home in Nashville.

We had Thanksgiving dinner at Chad's aunt Elaine's house. She always has a beautiful, festive table.

Stuart got to enjoy his first Thanksgiving meal, too. Elaine had a special bib ready for this special meal.

He enjoyed bouncing in Mom's lap (Chad's grandmother). She always gets a kick out of the kiddos.

Avery and her cousin Caroline had a ball fooling around together.

Papa John was helping Stuart stand up. Doesn't he look so big?

Avery made herself comfortable in Elaine's massage chair. It took no time at all for her to figure out which button did what. She'd disappear for a while and we'd find her in the den by herself, getting good back rub.

Weather was amazing on Thanksgiving day, so we spent quite a bit of time outside on the back porch before the sun went down over Monte Sano Mountain.

We managed to get a family Thanksgiving photo on Elaine's sofa. Stuart stopped screaming for a brief moment so Jim could snap a shot.

Our holiday was very musical. Avery enjoyed helping Jim play the guitar. He also played a little trombone for us.

Stuart was a whiz on the maracas!

Bebe (Chad's mom) also pulled out the guitar so the kids could make music.

Our whole family was full of spirit for the big Iron Bowl game. Roll Tide Roll!

Chad's sister Julie, her husband Shawn, and their daughter Caroline came over to Chad's parents' house for the game.

Avery and Stuart have been extra sweet to each other lately, so it's pretty easy to catch them loving on one another.

Elaine and Jim joined us for the game, too, so Avery wallowed all over Jim as usual.

Stuart loves hats these days and got pretty attached to this one that goes with Bebe's rocking horse.

Papa John took Chad and Avery for a ride in the T-model. Avery begs for a ride every time we come for a visit.

Caroline and Avery camped out at this little table and had tea parties all weekend.

The kids and I are in North Carolina this week, so I'll have many more photos when we get back to Nashville. Till then...