Bat-Jack

Nothing like seeing Batman fly by on his scooter. This is neighborhood watch at it's best.

The day after Thanksgiving

Much like a decade ago, Nate and I celebrated our 10th anniversary surrounded by family, turkey and football.

Happy Anniversary, Natey! I love you!

Thanksgiving

Since Christmas is in 3 days I thought I should go ahead and post something about Thanksgiving...

We celebrated with lots of McGoodens in Siloam. The boys and I (emphasis on the I) made our traditional Thanksgiving craft... and edible turkey.

A roomful of McGoodens enjoying their Thanksgiving feast.
Our family. Whan Jack saw this picture he pointed to all the happy "saces" (still having some difficulty with that initial F sound) then to Grant's "sad sace". There always has to be one...
The boys with their GREAT-grandma Shaffer.

The boys with their GREAT-grandma Billye (again, note the token sad face. Same kid. It was a rough night).
Now, we can move closer to Christmas with Thanksgiving officially behind us.

Go Longhorns?

Generally, the term "longhorns" is used in a derogatory way in our home but, much to his father's disgust, Max's basketball team this year was the Longhorns. Grant wanted to make a t-shirt to support his brother's team. We made a Longhorn cut-out, traced and colored it on a t-shirt.

Go SPRINGDALE Longhorns!



But, I couldn't just leave it at that....

Enough said.

Jack's Rope

A little girl, Hannah, from Jack's preschool died yesterday. I was trying to talk to him about her death because they were going to be praying and talking about it in chapel today. After we talked (and I cried continuously at just the thought of it all) about Jesus and heaven and not being able to see Hannah any more Jack said, "But I have my snake rope." I was very confused and asked what he was talking about. He said, "I have a snake rope, a Dora rope and a Diego rope. I'll pull BJ back and put him in Nikki's house (Nate's sister's dog who died a couple months ago), pull Eli's Daddy back and give him to Eli and pull Hannah down and put her back in school."


Sweet boy. I had the reddest, puffiest eyes by the time I got to work.

Intruder

Today when we got home from school/work it was evident an intruder had been in our house. He got in through the sliding glass door that was left unlocked. He created a huge mess in the living room, our bedroom and Jack's bedroom. He raided the pantry eating a whole loaf of bread, 2 hot dog buns and a hamburger bun. He ate my shoe. He shredded a dirty pull-up. He destroyed Max's poetry notebook. He consumed the corner of my cookbook. He knocked down a vase of flowers from my dresser and scattered pheasant feathers all around. He ate half a plastic bag. He removed the majority of the lower ornaments from the Christmas tree then proceded to destroy them, leaving the debris to litter the living room. He ate my Christmas present that Max made and wrapped then put under the tree this morning. To top it off, he chewed through the wire of a strand of lights on the tree making only the very bottom strand lit and the remainder of the tree dark.


Bad, bad Harley.