My aunt Kristi sent a box of Christmas gifts early, and it's still sitting in the entry way. On the way down the stairs tonight Aaron stopped by it and said, "It's my birthday! It's mine, not for Luke!"
We went to Kansas City for Thanksgiving with my dad's side of the family. Long drive - 10 hours - but Aaron did pretty well, considering. Dad reminded me that a couple of years ago we drove to KC after Luke had potty trained, and both boys figured out pretty quickly that "I need to go potty!" is a good way to be released from the car seat for a few minutes. Both boys loved being with my cousin Dean's kids - cool older kids who were happy to play with them. Luke especially liked Dustin, who is 16 and can juggle, and was willing to rough house with him. I wish my extended family was nearer.
Big couple of weeks for Luke -- he won a price in a PTA art contest for his collage he made with Mama called "Transformers are beautiful AND cool!", he has his first gymnastics competition this Sunday, and his first (very informal) piano recital next Tuesday.
Aaron has stopped saying "Bob the Yo-Yo," now called him the more common "Bob the Builder." Rich and I are both disappointed. Fortunately, he still says, "Tricera-pops."
I have a statistics final on Monday, then a delightful 4 week break from classes. Tired, don't want to study. Oh well.
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