They aren't the greatest photos ever, but you have to take what you can get on Christmas!
Check out the one of Ethan and Justin I took with my new fish eye lens...






(now we're 7!)






For the past week or so Ethan has seemed to really turn a corner in his maturity. He's been incredibly helpful and polite (two words we wouldn't normally use to describe our little mischief maker). He lost his 5th tooth yesterday and the tooth fairy brought him $2. This afternoon he gave one of his dollars to Julia and the other to Asa, telling them that he just wanted to share what he has with them. I was amazed. Yesterday, I told him that I was so proud of the way he was behaving lately and that he was being such a good example for Julia, Asa, and Astrid. He looked at me with wide, excited eyes and said, "Really?! I am?! I always wanted to be that!" He suggested the idea that maybe I could consider getting him a prize for his outstanding behavior. I told him that might be a possibility and after a short pause he said, "You know, Mommy, I'm not just being a good boy for a prize, I'm doing it because I know it makes God happy with me". Wow....maybe we aren't doing everything wrong after all.
even though she's not yet 4 and a half. She can sit for hours and work if I can make it that long! She still loves everything girly. We let the kids go through a catalog a few weeks ago and circle the things they were interested in for Christmas. When I went back through after them I saw that she had circled anything pink, no matter what it was! She even circled a Kitchen Aid mixer, just because it was pink! One great thing about Julia, though, is that she can be as feminine as they come, but also holds her own quite well with the boys. She can keep up with all the wrestling, running, sword fighting, and chaos that goes on in our house every day.
come some behaviors we could live without. Asa seems to think that's he's exempt from any rules imposed upon the other kids. Everything is a joke to Asa. Discipline doesn't go very smoothly when the kid can't even make it through a well planned Mommy-lecture without giggling. Having an opinion about EVERYTHING doesn't work too well when you're trying to get him ready for church and nothing you choose for him to wear is quite right. Now, if he had great fashion sense it might not be a big deal, but I don't know how many more times I can leave the house with Asa decked out in a knight costume, cowboy boots, and a crumpled fedora.