For the second year in a row, we’ve enjoyed celebrating the New Year with our good friends and a good ole Nerf war.
The day after Christmas, I enlisted the men in my family to participate in a photo shoot I’ve been wanting to do. I saw something with men with beards and I was excited to give it a go. While I was taking pics anyway, I through in some non-beard images for posterity sake. It’s fun to see the boys together. All of the guys in these pics are relations of my son Max, minus a few uncles and cousins.
First, I’ll start with the “beards,” then just add in the family pics for fun.
It just went downhill from here…
The Cheesebrough Christmas season kicks off each year with the annual Tree Hunt, the Saturday after Thanksgiving. Also becoming an annual tradition are Quin and Dad’s picture sequence where Quin cuts Dad’s arm off with the saw. They both have a very sick sense of humor. Go figure…
This is my very sweet girl helping my other very sweet girl… SO SO SWEET those two!
And it was so co co co cold….
So cold, Penelope was not happy. She spent most of the time whining and not getting into the Christmas spirit.
But we eventually found “the one.”
Time for cutting…
Time to take it home and Decorate. Now, everyone is happy.
Today was a beautiful fall day. Although I spent most of the day dealing with piles of fallen maple leaves and cedar droppings, the kids were busy in the woods. I decideced to take a brake and grabbed my campers, following kids around the back yard for a bit. They call our back woods: Adventure Forest.
This is probably our last family costume. The kids are wanting to do their own thing next year. Over the years we’ve been frogs (pregnant with Zoey), Wizard of Oz, Pirates, Alice & Wonderland, Super Hero’s, The Grinch who Stole Christmas, and Scooby Doo.
By the Way, Erik’s costume was grumpy old man. AKA, himself.
Have a vomit plan. What do I mean? I mean set up a plan you can put into motion when your kids vomit. For instance, One of you take the child into the bath, while the other cleans up the bedding and other mess. This comes in handy when the “vomit” realization hits you at 2 am, waking from a dead sleep. No words or thoughts necessary, just enact the vomit plan.
P.S. Bonus tip- NEVER, under any circumstance, EVER feed your child pizza the same day they have thrown up. No matter how great they look and how good they say they feel. Pizza vomit, it is the worst!
Bribery never fails.