Forgetting Something?

It has been snowing all day. By 3:00 pm, Logan was tired of being in the house.  He got himself ready to go out.  Can you tell?

Angels

Angels bore the news of Christ's birth to the shepherds in Bethlehem.  They still bear glad tidings today.  I don't think angels only reside in heaven.  I happen to know a few.  

If the angel who left an anonymous gift for me on my porch today reads this blog, thank you. Logan asked me if I was sad when I saw the gift, because I started to cry.  I told him that sometimes we cry when we feel happy.

Today I said a prayer that I can be an angel for someone else this Christmas.

Thanksgiving Weekend Pics (we did eat, even though there is no proof in the pics)

Logan getting congratulated by his cousin after scoring his first touchdown.

Digging.  

Hiking.  This spot was a bit precarious with a two-year old.  I caved to the peer pressure of my cool uncles though and took Logan up this narrow steep passage.  Luckily, we didn't fall to our deaths.

Huddle.

More football.

If Your Baby

ever climbs up into a very high cupboard, using his high chair as a ladder; so he can eat a bottle of these,

you can call poison control.  

Their number is 1-800-222-1222.  They are wonderful.  They will tell you that lots of iron isn't good for babies, and it can make their tummies bleed.  They will keep calling you for several days to check up on your little one. 

Luckily, the smart folks who made these very tasty dino vitamins knew that they better keep the total iron content low enough that it wouldn't kill babies who ate the whole bottle.  It would just make them a little bit sick.