Fast forward 15 minutes: Nate comes out of the bathroom and into Jack's room where I was getting J in bed. Then G comes in. They are both acting awkward and keep looking at the door. Finally, Nate calls to Max, "Aren't you going to come in here?" Max sheepishly walked into the room with the flippin' sides of his head shaved. I went into anger mode and put on my mad face. Nate is laughing hysterically saying, "What? What's the big deal?" Max said, "See, I told you she'd be more mad than think it was funny." How right you were, little shaven head boy.
I have no words... except these pictures look eerily like mug shots.
G was the first one up.
Hello, Krispy Kreme love.
All my loves.
Our home was just oozing with brotherly love.
FYI: If you are ever planning on making a german chocolate cake from scratch, don't. It is a LOT of work and not that much better than Betty Crocker's. It does look pretty, though.
When you're not riding the sled, you can ride in the back of the truck and watch out for the sledders. Then you get to scream at Pepaw to stop when Memaw falls off the sled (hypothetically speaking, of course).
Nate and Gloria before the fall (unfortunately, I was laughing too hard and didn't get a picture of the great fall).
Bystanders.
Debbie and Adrienne made a snowman in their spare time while Jack watched.
Then, Jack posed by their snowman.
In the end, sledding was a great success (so was getting the redneck limosine unstuck). 
I had to make the boys go outside. If they'd had their choice they would have stayed in and played video games or watched movies all day. 
When they complained about the cold for the 49th time I let them in and they had some hot chocolate.
Then I sent them back out and they found an enormous icicle.
Then, Jack made a snow angel (which soon after sprouted little horns so he had to go inside and sleep them off).
While Jack was getting rid of his horns the bigger boys made snow ice cream...
and snow ice cream sundaes.
For dinner we roasted hot dogs over the fire.
The great thing about sledding pictures is you don't have to tell kids to smile. It comes so naturally.
Unless they are being squooshed by their brother, then screaming insues.
A nurse finally came and took him for an x-ray. We went back to our holding cell and waited for the doctor to tell us the results. I'm already thinking this kid is going to be in BIG trouble for being so dramatic and faking an injury. Dr. Vickery came and called us to the computer to show us G's bones. He said, "Well, it's broken." I think my response might have sounded a little too excited, "Really?!" He showed us the break then pointed to another area and said, "It's broken here, too." Now my mother guilt fills me and I think I was about to lay into G for faking it and he's broken all over! Then Dr. Vickery smiled and said, "Just kidding. That's just his growth plate."
So after Grant shared some homemade beef jerky with the doctor, he left the ER sporting what he named his "jet pack" (aka. figure 8 sling). 
The boys sleeping together Christmas morning. A brief moment of peace... a true Christmas miracle.
Does this remind anyone else of Charlie's Angels?
Nana gifted the big boys with Snuggies. I can't wait for Nate to wear his to a Razorback game in the fall!
Nikki got Shay these ear muffs because he has approximately 58 weenie dogs at his house (OK, really just 3...) Jack wore them well. My little weenie boy.
