
Bazinga!
3 hours ago

Lately, there have been only pictures of Simon; because he is the one who changes the most in our household. Well, here is one of me - since I am changing practically every day! I am now 29 weeks pregnant, and early March seems so very close with still lots to do here at 4 West Adams! Christmas is coming and keeps us busy, Eric is finishing up Simon's bed, plans are underway to re-do the kitchen after the holidays, , and I need to start looking for a preschool for Simon! Can you believe he will be in preschool! Soon not even a toddler anymore.

Here are the four June bugs playing together. The best picture I could take with them all naturally playing in the same general area!
One day Simon comes to me and says "lady park truck", never heard that before and could not figure out what he was talking about. A few minutes later, a walk into the living room cleared up any misunderstanding. The heavenly host angels were standing next to his big, semi-truck. His "ladies" parked the truck. So, now baby Jesus, several people, and sometimes a few stable animals now live on top of the truck. Oh, and the camel always goes inside the truck. A modern version of the stable scene. So remember, "lady park truck"!
Friday after Turkey Day we went further north to hlep Grandma and Grandpa pick out their Christmas tree. Eric, Simon and I went to visit the goats and other farm animals while Grandma and Grandpa headed into the barn/shed. Needless to say that history was made, a tree was decided upon before we joined them. This is usually a half-hour task with lots of hemming and hawing. Simon was most interested in the cats, park, sandbox, and tractors. He did not care that it was quite cold and windy outside. He was not at all happy to leave the toy tractor at the sandbox. He cried while we were driving home and kept saying "back barn". No idea the trip was all for a Christmas tree.


Saturday, Aunt Christina treated Simon to his first hockey game and boy-oh-boy did he enjoy it. He especially loved the zamboni. He first called it a "boni" but now says "damboni". Anytime we drive somewhere and ask him where he's going, he says "hockey game". Who knew it would take only one game to get hockey in his blood?