Halloween 2012

Zannah, of course, was a princess.  She looked like she does almost every other day of the week.  I loved that it was so easy.

Max was "The Queen!" by day and a monkey by night.  We barely talked him out of a dress for the ward tunk or treat that night.  Although he looks like a monk axe-murderer to me. 

Marcus was a "door" and I had the letter "C" pinned all over me.  Get it?  We were the Dorseys.  (We are so funny)                                                                                      

Thanksgiving 2012

We had Thanksgiving at our house this year.  The brothers and sisters-in-law came and we dearly missed Charlotte's family and my mom and dad, the latter were in Colorado having a massive get together there.  During the Holidays, I wish more frequently that we all lived in a compound.

We made a grand time of it.  We ate a big lunch and then napped. Grandma Dana and Papa Tom took the kiddos Thursday night.  So, us 7 adults turned out all the lights in the house and played sardines.  Lex won that game by laying at the head of the bed under the covers like he was the pillow. We couldn't find him for at least 30 minutes.  Then we headed up to Wal-mart for some early black friday shopping.  It was a stinky, packed tight-as-sardines adventure in and of itself.
 

Notice where Lex's hands are in this pic.  He is such a gomer.  Also, do Justin and I look like twins or what? 

What is being said 'round here.....

Zannah (after I had raised my voice towards her): Mom, the Holy Ghost just left you.

Me: Yes, thank you Zannah.

Zannah: Well, maybe when you start talking nice again, he'll come back.


We had company over and Max had decided to strip down and go commando.  We were about to eat, so Marcus was attempting to put a diaper on him and Max was refusing.  Marcus took him into his room and shut the door until he agreed to the diaper.  Max screamed and cried and finally calmed down after he found a little bell and bead.

Max: Daddddd, yook what I haaaaave.  A piece of bubble gum! (holding up the bell).  You can have it if you yet me ooooouuuut.  

Marcus: No thanks. I don't want bubble gum.  

Max, without missing a beat:  Daddddd,  yook what I haaaaaave.  Some Boise Staaaaaaate (holding up the bead).  You can have it if you yet me ooooouuuut.

Broken Bones

Little Maxer had a horse accident at our family reunion and broke both forearm bones.  He was such a champ for the whole saga. He slept MOST of the time in the ER.  Minus the sleepless nights, he has adjusted so well to being a one-armed show.

Don't ask me how he got up on the mantle with one arm, I'm guessing he had help from the sidekick next to him.

Funny ER story: after they gave Max morphine and codeine to help him relax while they set his bones in place, the Doctor asked Marcus and I if we wanted to stay in the room and watch or step outside.  I chose to stay and Marcus chose to leave.  As Marcus was exiting, Max groggily opened his eyes and said, "Sit down Daddy" and that was that, Marcus had to watch it too. 

And that is how we ended up with this phone pic.

Zannah-Happenings

In the last month Z has asked both grandmas what "those are" whilst sitting on their laps and groping their chests.
One conversation went like this:
Z: Are these your hips?
Grandma: No hips are down here.
Z: Oh, what are they then?
G: Well it's my chest.
Z: Hmmm, they look like balls.
You might find it fascinating (or not) that Z has showered with me since she was a baby and she has NEVER, not once, asked me what "those are". 

At bedtime:
Zannah: Will you sleep with me mom?
Me: No you are a big girl.
Zannah: Please I need a woman to sleep with me.
Me: You have bunny to sleep with.
Zannah, "No mom! I need a real woman to sleep with me!!"
In my head: Well keep on looking deary, because until you hit puberty, there isn't a real woman in this house. 

Last but not least, we found the Z-miester's jackpot last night. At dinner I told the kids whoever ate their whole plate would get a cookie. I started cleaning up dinner and Marcus caught Z coming out of Max's room with her empty plate. Lo and behold, we found a pile of food behind Max's dresser that consisted of scrambled eggs, strawberries, carrots, blueberries and quesadillas. And here I was smugly thinking for weeks that she had become such a great eater. Awesome.

Happy Birthday Max!

Here are some fun things you have been up to:

You swallowed a quarter this week and we are happy to say that it has exited. 

You are addicted to your binky and I don't have the heart to take it away yet.

You're a daddy's boy through and through.  Or a Papa's boy.  You definitely prefer hanging with the boys. 

You love animals and pretend to be a dog or cat frequently.  Mealtimes can be comical when you decide to eat like a cat.

You are so stinking polite.  You say "thank you" for everything and will NOT stop saying it until we say "You are welcome".

We have to kiss any and all bodily injuries.

You have started to like talking on the phone.  Papa Max and Yeck (Lex) are loving that you call one of them daily. 

You are afraid of the sprinklers. 

We just love you Max!  We love your laid back style and your funny personality.  What a miracle you are to our family.   

Friends plus General Conference

Our dear friends Matt and Jenny and their boys Graham and Harrison drove from Utah to play for a weekend.  It happened to be General Conference weekend.  We had such a great time and stayed up way too late talking, just like old times.  We swam, shopped, and listened to good talks.  

Such nice boys!